Ryan Bingham and T Bone Burnett - 2009._The Weary Kind_ (_Crazy Heart_).mp3 | Текст песни

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• Ryan Bingham and T Bone Burnett
• 2009._The Weary Kind_ (_Crazy Heart_).mp3

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

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

Bm A D
And this ain't no place for the weary kind
G Bm A
This ain't no place to lose your mind
G Bm A
This ain't no place to fall behind
G Bm
Pick up your crazy heart and give it one
A
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
It doesn't forget
The highway that calls for your heart inside

And this ain't no place for the weary kind
This ain't no place to lose your mind
This ain't no place to fall behind
Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try

Your lover's warm kiss
Is 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 to lose
And this ain't no place for the weary kind