Your heart’s on the loose.
You rolled them sevens with nothing lose
And this aint no place for the weary kind
You called all your shots
Shooting 8 ball at the corner truck stop
Somehow this don’t feel like home anymore
And this ain’t no place for the weary kind
And this ain’t no place to lose your mind
And this ain’t 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 doesn’t forget
The highway that calls for your heart inside
Your lovers won’t kiss
It’s 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 lost
This ain’t no place for the weary kind…
…and this ain’t no place for the weary kind…
Written by T-Bone Burnett & George Ryan Bingham
Warner-Tamerlane & Lost Bound Music
Mae Rukavina: lead vocals
Biff Robillard: bass, vocals
Spike Stich: lead electric guitar
Eric Simso: Banjo, vocals
Jeff Killion: vocals
Bob Johnston: drums
