This old highway is getting longer, Seems there ain't no end in sight, To sleep would be best, But i just can't afford the rest, I got a ride in Denver tomorrow night Called the house but no one answered For the last two weeks no ones been home Guess she's through with me To tell the truth I just can't see Whats kept a woman holding on this long And the white lines getting longer And the saddle is 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 competitions getting younger Tougher bronx you know I can 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 lines getting longer And the saddles getting cold I'm much too young too 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