The Weary Kind- Ryan Bingham
"Your hearts on the loose
you rolled them sevens with nothing to losethis 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)
this ain't no place for the weary kind
this ain't no place to lose your mind
this ain't no place to fall behind
pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try
your body aches
playin' your guitar
sweatin' out the hate
the days and the nights
all feel the same
the whiskey has been
a thorn in your side
it doesn't forget
the highway that calls your heart inside
(chorus)
this ain't no place for the weary kind
this ain't no place to lose your mind
this ain't no place to fall behind
pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try
your lovers warm kiss
is to damn far from your fingertips
you are the man that ruined her world
Your hearts on the loose
you rolled them sevens with nothing to lose
this ain't no place for the weary kind"
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