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.
CHORUS
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 to 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.
CHORUS
Lord I'm much too young to feel this damn old
Writer(s): Randy Taylor, Troyal Garth Brooks
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