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 gettin' 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