The Weary Kind

Your heart's on the loose

You rolled them seven's

With nothing to 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

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

The 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

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 lovers won't kiss

It's too damn far from your fingertips

You are the man that ruined her world

Your heart's on the loose

You rolled them seven's

With nothing to lose

This ain't no place

For the weary kind