The Weary Kind Lyrics
by Ryan Bingham
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horus its
A7 A13sus4 A7omit3 A13sus4
4/4 Time
100BPM
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
horus 1
And this ain't no place for the weary kind
G Bm A7 A13sus4 A7omit3 A13sus4
And this ain't no place to lose your mind
G Bm A7 A13sus4 A7omit3 A13sus4
And this ain't no place to fall behind
G Bm A7 A13sus4 A7omit3 A13sus4
Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try
Instrumental
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
horus 2
And this ain't no place for the weary kind
G Bm A7 A13sus4 A7omit3 A13sus4
And this ain't no place to lose your mind
G Bm A7 A13sus4 A7omit3 A13sus4
And this ain't no place to fall behind
G Bm A7 A13sus4 A7omit3 A13sus4
Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try
Instrumental
D G Bm A7 A7 G Bm A7 A13sus4 A7omit3 A13sus4
Your lovers warm 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
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