The Weary Kind Picking Pattern

guitarharrisy.blogspot.com Your heart�s on the loose You rolled them seven�s with nothing lose And this ain�t no place for the weary kind You called all your shots Shooting 8 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 And 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 a thorn in your side and 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 And 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 lose And this ain�t no place for the weary kind