The Weary Kind

D A Your heart's on the loose Bm You rolled them sevens with G D nothing to lose A And this ain't no place for D the weary kind A You called all your shots Bm G Shooting eight ball at the D corner truck stop A Somehow this don't feel like D home anymore Bm A And this ain't no place D for the weary kind G D And this ain't no place to A lose your mind G Bm This ain't no place to A fall behind G D Pick up your crazy heart A and give it one more try D A Your body aches Bm Playing your guitar and G sweating out the hate D A The days and the nights D all feel the same A Your whiskey has been a Bm thorn in your side G It doesn't forget D A The highway that calls for D your heart inside Bm A And this ain't no place D for the weary kind G D This ain't no place to A lose your mind G Bm This ain't no place to A fall behind G D Pick up your crazy heart A and give it one more try Solo D A Bm G D A D G D D A Your lovers won't kiss Bm It's too damn far from your fingertips D A You are the man that D ruined her world A Your heart's on the loose Bm You rolled them sevens G with nothing to lose D A This ain't no place for D G D the weary kind