Ryan Bingham - The weary kind

^CYour heart's on the ^G7loose ^AmYou rolled them seven's with ^Fnothin lose ^CAnd this ain't no ^G7place for the weary kin^Cd ^{F C C}You called all your ^G7shots ^AmShooting 8 ball at the co^Frner truck stop ^CSomehow this don't ^G7feel like home ^Cany^Fmore ^C

^AmAnd this ain't no ^G7place for the weary ^Ckind F Am G7 (A9sus4 G fr5th A9sus4) And this ain't no place to lose your mind F Am G7 (A9sus4 G fr5th A9sus4) And this ain't no place to fall behind F Am G7 (A9sus4 G fr5th A9sus4) Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try

^CYour body ^G7aches ^CPlaying your guitar and ^Fsweating out the hate ^CThe days and the ^G7nights all feel the ^Csame ^CWhiskey has ^G7been A th^Corn in your side and it ^Fdoesn't forget ^CThe highway that ^G7calls for your heart ^Cinside ^{F C}

^AmAnd this ain't no ^G7place for the weary ^Ckind F Am G7 A9sus4 G fr5th A9sus4 And this ain't no place to lose your mind F Am G7 A9sus4 G fr5th A9sus4 And this ain't no place to fall behind F Am G7 A9sus4 G fr5th A9sus4 Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try

^CYour lovers won't ^G7kiss ^AmIt's too damn far from your fi^Fngertips ^CYou are the ^G7man that ruined her ^Cworld

^CYour heart's on the l^G7oose ^AmYou rolled them seven's with nothing l^Fose ^CThis ain't no ^G7place for the weary ^Ckind ^{F C}