LETRA DE "THE WEARY KIND"

“THE WEARY KIND”

Letra y música: Ryan Bingham/T. Bone Burnett.

Your heart’s on the loose
You rolled them sevens with nothin’ to lose
This ain’t no place for the weary kind

You called all your shots
Shootin’ eight balls at the corner truck stop
Somehow this don’t feel like home anymore

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 body aches
From playing your guitar and sweatin’ out the hate
The days and the nights all feel the same

The whiskey has been the thorn in your side
That doesn’t forgive
The highway that calls for your heart inside

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 the world

Your heart’s on the loose
You rolled them sevens with nothin’ to lose
This ain’t no place for the weary kind

Tema interpretado por Ryan Bingham.

Músicos:
Ryan Bingham (Voz y guitarra)
Stephen Bruton (Mandotar)
Jay Bellerose (Batería)
Dennis Crouch (Bajo)
Patrick Warren (Órgano)
Greg Leisz (Pedal steel)