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