The Weary Kind - Countdown Nashville

[04:14.0]Your heart's on the loose
[04:14.0]You rolled them sevens with nothing to lose
[04:14.0]And this ain't no place for the weary kind
[04:14.0]You called all your shots
[04:14.0]Shooting eight ball at the corner truck stop
[04:14.0]Somehow this don't feel like home anymore
[04:14.0]And this ain't no place for the weary kind
[04:14.0]And this ain't no place to lose your mind
[04:14.0]This ain't no place to fall behind
[04:14.0]Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try
[04:14.0]Your body aches
[04:14.0]Playing your guitar, sweating out the hate
[04:14.0]The days and the nights all feel the same
[04:14.0]Whiskey has been a thorn in your side
[04:14.0]It doesn't forget
[04:14.0]The highway that calls for your heart inside
[04:14.0]And this ain't no place for the weary kind
[04:14.0]This ain't no place to lose your mind
[04:14.0]This ain't no place to fall behind
[04:14.0]Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try
[04:14.0]Your lover's warm kiss
[04:14.0]It's too damn far from your fingertips
[04:14.0]You are the man that ruined her world
[04:14.0]Your heart's on the loose
[04:14.0]You rolled them sevens with nothing to lose
[04:14.0]This ain't no place for the weary kind