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