The weary kind
Your body achesPlaying your guitar and sweating out the hateThe days and the nights all feel the sameWhiskey has been a thorn in your sideand it doesn't forgetthe highway that calls for your heart insideAnd this ain't no place for the weary kindAnd this ain't no place to lose your mindAnd this ain't no place to fall behindPick up your crazy heart and give it one more try... #Ryan Bingham