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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] old 
All my cards are on the table with no ace left in the hole 
I'm much too young to feel this [bad word] old  [bad word] 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 [bad word] old 
All my cards are on the table with no ace left in the hole 
I'm much too young to feel this [bad word] old 
Lord, I'm much too young to feel this [bad word] old