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Played Out - Sturgill Simpson
Composed by：Sturgill Simpson
Trail's gone cold here comes the rain
Been chewin' on willow bark to hold back the pain
Puttin' juice in the wound lettin' it drain
Holes in my buckskins still wet with bloodstains
Been pushin' too hard and goin' insane
Lord don't let this journey be all in vain
'Cause I'm played out down to my last draw
This bitin' feelin' is startin' to gnaw
It's the saddest picture you ever saw
Played out and ridin' rough ragged and raw
Stayin' up on the ridge tryin' to keep the high ground
Shoulder is throbbin' and I'm wearin' down
Shamrock's head is bobbin' and I don't hear the hound
After five days and nights followin' the sound
Sam done went silent is nowhere to be found
Oh wait I see him lyin' there on the ground
Oh he's played out thorns stuck and blood raw
Torn plumb all to pieces done worn off his paw
Then old Sam let out his last dyin' bay call
So I dug him a grave covered it all
