Played Out - Sturgill Simpson

Trails gone cold

And here comes the rain

Been chewin on willow bark

To hold back the pain

Puttin juice n the wound

Lettin' it drain

Holes in my buckskin

Still wet with blood stain

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

Is startin' to gnaw

It’s the saddest picture

You ever saw

Played out and riding

Ruff, ragged, and raw

Staying up on the ridge

Tryin to keep the high ground

Shoulder is throbbin

I’m wearin down

Shamrocks head is bobbin

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 there on the ground

Oh he’s played out

Thorn stuck and blood raw

Torn plum all to pieces

He’s done worn off his paws

Then ol' Sam let out

His last dying bay call

So I dug him a grave

And covered it all