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