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