The Weary Kind - Ryan Bingham

Your heart’s on the loose

You rolled them sevens with nothing to lose

This ain’t no place for the weary kind

You called all your shots

Shooting eight ball at the corner truck stop

Somehow this don’t feel like home anymore

And this ain’t no place for the weary kind

And 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

Playing your guitar, sweating out the hate

The days and the nights all feel the same

Whiskey has been a thorn in your side

It doesn’t forget

The highway that calls for your heart inside

And 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 lover’s warm kiss

Is too damn far from your fingertips

You are the man that ruined her world

Your heart’s on the loose

You rolled them sevens with nothing to lose

And this ain’t no place for the weary kind