The Weary Kind
Written by Ryan Bingham & T-Bone Burnett
Recordr by Ryan Bingham

Intro.:  | (D)  | (A)  | (D)  | (G)  | (D)  | (A)  | (D) (G) | (D)  |

(D) Your heart's on the (A)loose
(D)You rolled them seven's with (G)nothin' lose
(D) And this ain't no (A)place for the weary (D)kind (G) | (D)  |

(D) You called all your (A)shots
(D)Shootin' eight ball at the (G)corner truck stop
(D) Somehow this don't (A)feel like home any-(D)more (G) | (D)  |

(Bm) And this ain't no (A)place for the weary (D)kind
(G) And this ain't no (Bm)place to lose your (A)mind
(G) And this ain't no (Bm)place to fall be-(A)hind
(G) Pick up your crazy (Bm)heart and give it one more (A)try

Inst.:  | (D)  | (A)  | (D)  | (G)  | (D)  | (A)  | (D) (G) | (D)  |

(D) Your body (A)aches
(Bm)Playin' your guitar and (G)sweatin' out the hate
(D) The days and the (A)nights all feel the (D)same

(D) Whiskey has (A)been a (Bm)thorn in your side
And it (G)doesn't forget
(D) The highway that (A)calls for your heart in-(D)side (G) | (D)  |

(Bm) And this ain't no (A)place for the weary (D)kind
(G) And this ain't no (Bm)place to lose your (A)mind
(G) And this ain't no (Bm)place to fall be-(A)hind
(G) Pick up your crazy (Bm)heart and give it one more (A) try (Bm) | (C#m) (A) |

Inst.:  | (D)  | (G) (Bm) | (A)  | (A)  | (G)  | (Bm)  | (A)  | (A)  |

(D) Your lovers (A)won't kiss
It's (Bm)too damn far from your (G) fingertips
(D) You are the (A)man that ruined her (D)world

(D) Your heart's on the (A)loose
(Bm)You rolled them seven's with (G)nothing lose
(D) And this ain't no (A)place for the weary (D)kind (G) | (D) -----