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Track: Played Out
Artist: Sturgill Simpson
Album: The Ballad of Dood & Juanita

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Name: Sturgill Simpson
Spotify Genres: outlaw country, alt country, bluegrass, americana, red dirt, country, newgrass
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Formerly the leader of Sunday Valley, an energetic roots outfit that made some waves in the early years of the new millennium, Sturgill Simpson gained greater renown as a solo artist, thanks in large part to his muscular 2013 solo debut High Top Mountain. An outlaw country record in form and feel -- its debt to Waylon Jennings clear and unashamed -- High Top Mountain became a word-of-mouth hit in 2013, thereby establishing Simpson's country credentials and opening the door to a wider future. A native of Jackson, Kentucky and raised near Lexington, Simpson has deep southern roots, but he moved out west once he reached his late teens. In 2004, he formed Sunday Valley, receiving a big break when they played Portland, Oregon's Pickathon Festival in 2011. Sturgill went solo in 2012, beginning work on the album that became High Top Mountain, which appeared the following year.

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Release: Sturgill Simpson - The Ballad of Dood & Juanita
Year: 2022
Genres: Folk, World, & Country
Styles: Bluegrass

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LYRICS

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