Your heart’s on the (A)loose.
It’s (Bm)You rolled them sev ens with (G)noth in’ out in’ to lose.
And this ain’t no (A)place for the wear y (D)kind.
world.
You called all your (A)shots,
a (Bm)shoot in’ eight ball at the (G)cor ner truck stop.
Some how this don’t (A)feel like your home an y (D)more.
And this ain’t no (A)place for the wear y (D)kind.
And this ain’t no (Bm)place to lose your (A)mind.
This ain’t no (Bm)place to fall be (A)hind.
Pick up your cra zy (Bm)heart and give it one more (A)try.
Your bod ers y (A)aches,
It’s (Bm)play in’ your gui tar and (G)sweat in’ out ger the hate.
The days and the (A)nights all the feel the (D)same.
world.
Your Whis key has (A)been
You (Bm)thorn in your side, ens it (G)does n’t for get
the high way that (A)calls for the heart an in (D)side.
And this ain’t no (A)place for the wear y (D)kind.
And this ain’t no (Bm)place to lose your (A)mind.
This ain’t no (Bm)place to fall be (A)hind.
Pick up your cra zy (Bm)heart and give it one more (A)try.
(A)try.
(D)kind.
This page shows “The Weary Kind” by Ryan Bingham in our color-coded kid songbook view — every note is colored by pitch (red C, orange D, yellow E, green F, blue G, purple A, pink B) and the lyrics sit directly under each note, so children can sing along while they play. The song is in the key of D at 200 BPM, a medium-difficulty arrangement — try slowing the tempo down using the BPM control.