Sturgill Simpson - Played Out

Trail's gone cold
And here comes the rain
Been chewing on willow bark
To hold back the pain

Putting juice in the wound
Letting it drain
Holes in my buckskins
Still wet and bloodstained

Been pushing too hard
And going insane
Lord, don't let this journey
Be all in vain

'Cause I'm played out
Down to my last draw
This biting feeling
Starting to gnaw

It's the saddest picture
You ever saw
Laid out and riding
Rough, ragged and raw

Staying up on the ridge
Trying to keep the high ground
Shoulder is throbbing
And I'm wearing down

Shamrock's head is bobbing
And I don't hear the hound
After five days and nights
Following his sound

Sam done went silent
He's nowhere to be found
Oh, wait, I see him
Lying dead on the ground

Oh, he's played out
Thorn stuck and blood raw
Torn plum all to pieces
He's done worn off his paw

Then old Sam let out
His last dying big call
So I dug him a grave
And covered it all

Written by:
John Sturgill Simpson

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