This ol' highway's
Gettin' longer
It seems there ain't
No end in sight
To sleep
Would be best
But I just can't afford
To rest
I got a ride in Denver
Tomorrow night
I called the house
And no one answered
For the last two weeks
No one's been home
I guess she's
Through with me
To tell the truth
I just can't see
What's kept the woman
Holdin' on this long
And the white line's
Getting longer
And the saddle's
Getting cold
I'm much too young
To feel this damn old
All my cards
Are on the table
With no ace
Left in the hole
I'm much too young
To feel this damn old
The competition's
Getting younger
Tougher broncs
You know I can't recall
A worn-out tape
Of Chris LeDoux
Lonely women
And bad booze
Seem to be the only
Friends I've left at all
And the white line's
Getting longer
And the saddle's
Getting cold
I'm much too young
To feel this damn old
All my cards
Are on the table
With no ace
Left in the hole
I'm much too young
To feel this damn old
Lord
I'm much too young
To feel this damn old