The Weary Kind Ryan Bingham
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b orn in your side and it Gdoesn't forgetDThe highway that A7calls for your heart Dinsideb And this ain't no A7place for the weary DkindGAnd this ain't nob place to lose your A7mindGAnd this ain't no b place to fall A7behindGPick up your crazyb heart and give it one more tryDYour lovers won't A7kissb It's too damn far from your fGingertipsDYou are the A7man that ruined her DworldDYour heart's on the lA7ooseb You rolled them seven's with nothing GloseDThis ain't no A7place for the weary Dkind G D 
