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    GOD BLESS CHRIS LeDOUX!    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