Paroles de la chanson The Weary Kind par Ryan Bingham
Auteurs: Ryan Bingham
Compositeurs: Ryan Bingham
Editeurs: Warner Chappell Music France,Lost Bound Publishing
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Paroles de la chanson The Weary Kind par Ryan Bingham
Your heartís on the loose
You rolled them sevenís with nothing lose
And this ainít no place for the weary kind
You called all your shots
Shooting 8 ball at the corner truck stop
Somehow this donít feel like home anymore
And this ainít no place for the weary kind
And this ainít no place to lose your mind
And this ainít 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
You rolled them sevenís with nothing lose
And this ainít no place for the weary kind
You called all your shots
Shooting 8 ball at the corner truck stop
Somehow this donít feel like home anymore
And this ainít no place for the weary kind
And this ainít no place to lose your mind
And this ainít 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 doesnít forget
the highway that calls for your heart inside
And this ainít no place for the weary kind
And this ainít no place to lose your mind
And this ainít no place to fall behind
Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try
Your lovers wonít kiss
Itís too damn far from your fingertips
You are the man that ruined her world
Your heartís on the loose
You rolled them sevenís with nothing lose
And this ainít no place for the weary kind
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