The Weary Kind
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Your hearts on the loose You rolled them sevens with nothing to lose And this aint no place for the weary kind You called all your shots Shooting 8 ball in the corner truck stop Somehow this dont feel like home anymore And this aint no place for the weary kind And this aint no place to lose your mind And this aint no place to fall behind Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try Your body aches From playing your guitar and sweating out the hate The days and the nights all feel the same The whiskey has been a thorn in your side that doesnt forgive the highway that calls for your heart inside And this aint no place for the weary kind And this aint no place to lose your mind And this aint no place to fall behind Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try Your lovers warm kiss Its too damn far from your fingertips Cause you are the man that ruined the world Your hearts on the loose You rolled them sevens with nothing to lose And this aint no place for the weary kind Thanks to Casey for correcting these lyrics Thanks to Anthony for correcting these lyrics Thanks to Sheila for correcting these lyrics Thanks to Norma Jean for correcting these lyrics
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