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
