The Weary KindCifra

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( D A Bm G D A D G D ) 

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

D                   A 
You called all your shots 
Bm                     G                     D 
Shooting 8 ball at the corner truck stop 
                   A                  D 
Somehow this don't feel like home anymore 

Bm                 A                  D 
And this ain't no place for the weary kind 
G                 Bm                  A  Asus4 Asus2 
And this ain't no place to lose your mind 
G                 Bm            A    Asus4 Asus2 
And this ain't no place to fall behind 
G                  Bm                         A Asus4 Asus2 
Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try 

D         A 
Your body aches… 
Bm                       G                       D 
Playing your guitar and sweating out the hate 
                 A                   D 
The days and the nights all feel the same 

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

Bm                 A                  D 
And this ain't no place for the weary kind 
G                 Bm                  A  Asus4 Asus2 A 
And this ain't no place to lose your mind 
G                 Bm               A  Asus4 Asus2 A 
And this ain't no place to fall behind 
G                  Bm                         A  Asus4 Asus2 A 
Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try 


( D A Bm G D A Asus4 Asus2 A ) 

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

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