Ryan Bingham- The Weary Kind
(INTRO) D A7 D G D A7 D G D
Your heart's on the loose
You rolled them seven's with nothin lose
And this ain't no place for the weary kind
You called all your shots
Shooting 8 ball at the corner truck stop
Somehow this don't feel like home anymore
CHORUS
And this ain't no place for the weary kind
G Bm A7 (A9sus4 A fr5th A9sus4)
And this ain't no place to lose your mind
G Bm A7 (A9sus4 A fr5th A9sus4)
And this ain't no place to fall behind
G Bm A7 (A9sus4 A fr5th A9sus4)
Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try
Your body aches
Playing your guitar and sweating out the hate
The days and the nights all feel the same
Whiskey has been
A thorn in your side and it doesn't forget
The highway that calls for your heart inside
CHORUS
And this ain't no place for the weary kind
G Bm A7 (A9sus4 A fr5th A9sus4)
And this ain't no place to lose your mind
G Bm A7 (A9sus4 A fr5th A9sus4)
And this ain't no place to fall behind
G Bm A7 (A9sus4 A fr5th A9sus4)
Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try
D G A7 (A9sus4 A fr5th A9sus4) G D A7 (A9sus4 A fr5th A9sus4)
Your lovers won't kiss
It's too damn far from your fingertips
You are the man that ruined her world
Your heart's on the loose
You rolled them seven's with nothing lose
This ain't no place for the weary kind