The Weary Kind Songtext
von Ryan Bingham & The Dead Horses

Your heart′s on the loose
You rolled them seven's with nothing lose
And 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
And 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 and sweating out the hate
The days and the nights all feel the same
Whiskey has been a thorn in your side
And it doesn't forget
The highway that calls for your heart inside

And this ain′t no place for the weary kind
And this ain't no place to lose your mind
And this ain′t no place to fall behind
Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try

Your lovers warm kiss
It's too damn far from your fingertips
You are the man who ruined the world
Your heart′s on the loose
You rolled them seven's with nothing lose
And this ain't no place for the weary kind