This ol' highway's getting 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
  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
  The 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