Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ryan Bingham
Vocals
Dennis Crouch
Double Bass
Greg Leisz
Pedal Steel Guitar
Jay Bellerose
Drums
Patrick Warren
Pump Organ
Stephen Bruton
Mandolin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Bingham
Songwriter
T Bone Burnett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
T Bone Burnett
Producer
Mike Piersante
Mixing Engineer
Vanessa Parr
Assistant Engineer
Gavin Lurssen
Mastering Engineer
Paul Ackling
Recording Technician
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
You called all your shots
Shooting eight ball
At the corner truck stop
Somehow this don't feel
Like home anymore
[Verse 3]
And this ain't no place
For the weary kind
And 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
[Verse 4]
Your body aches
Playing your guitar
And sweating out the hate
The days and the nights
All feel the same
[Verse 5]
Whiskey has been
The thorn in your side
It doesn't forget
The highway that calls
For your heart inside
[Verse 6]
And this ain't no place
For the weary kind
And 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
[Verse 7]
Your lovers won't kiss
It's too damn far from your fingertips
You are the man that ruined her world
[Verse 8]
Your heart's on the loose
You rolled them seven's
With nothing to lose
This ain't no place
For the weary kind
Written by: Ryan Bingham, T Bone Burnett