The Weary Kind

[Intro]  D A Bm G D A D G D

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
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       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