This old 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 gotta 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 a woman holding on this long And the white line's getting longer And the saddle's getting cold Now I'm much too young to feel this damn old All my cards are on the table with no ace left in the hole Now I'm much too young to feel this damn old The competition's getting younger Tougher broncs, you know I can't recall A worn out tape of Chris LeDoux Lonely women and bad booze Seem to be the only friends I've left at all. (CHORUS)