Lyrics:

This old highway's gettin' longer
Seems there ain't no end in sight
To sleep would be best
But I just can't afford to rest
I've got to ride in Denver tomorrow night
I called the house, but 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 holding on this long
And the white line's getting longer and the saddle's getting cold
And I'm much too young to feel this damn old
All my cards are on the table with no ace left in the hole
And I'm much too young to feel this damn old

The competition's gettin' 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 (God bless Chris LeDoux)
And the white line's gettin' longer and the saddle's gettin' cold
And I'm much too young to feel this damn old
All my cards are on the table with no ace left in the hole
And I'm much too young to feel this damn old
Lord, I'm much too young to feel this damn old