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George Strait – “Stay Out Of My Arms”

Introduction:

“Stay Out of My Arms” is a country music song recorded by George Strait. It was released in September 1993 as the first single from his album Easy Come, Easy Go. The song was written by Jim Lauderdale.

“Stay Out of My Arms” became a huge hit for Strait, reaching number one on the Billboard Hot Country Singles & Tracks chart for four weeks. It also topped the Canadian Country Tracks chart. The song’s success solidified Strait’s position as one of the biggest stars in country music.

“Stay Out of My Arms” tells the story of a man who is trying to move on from a past relationship. He begs his ex-lover to stay away from him, as he knows that being around her will only make it harder for him to get over her. The song’s lyrics are heartfelt and relatable, and Strait’s vocals are smooth and emotive, making it a classic country ballad.

“Stay Out of My Arms” remains a popular song today and continues to be a staple of Strait’s live performances. It is considered one of his signature songs and a testament to his enduring popularity as the “King of Country.”

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