[Intro]
G Am D C G D G Am D C G D
[Strophe]
G                             Am 
This old highway's getting longer 
D            C              G      D 
Seems there ain't no end in sight 
G 
To sleep would be best 
           Am 
But I just can't afford the rest 
D                  C            G      D 
I gotta ride in Denver tomorrow night
[Strophe]
G                               Am 
I called the house, but no one answered 
D                   C                 G    D 
For the last two weeks no one's been home 
G 
I guess she's through with me 
             Am 
To tell the truth, I just can't see 
       D               C             G 
What's kept a woman holding on this long
[Refrain]
         C 
And the white line's getting longer 
         G       D       Em 
And the saddle's getting cold 
        C                  D             G 
Now I'm much too young to feel this damn old 
        C                             G        D      Em 
All my cards are on the table with no ace left in the hole 
    C                 D              G 
I'm much too young to feel this damn old
[Instrumentale]
G G Am Am D C G D G G Am Am D C G D
[Strophe]
    G                      Am 
The competition's getting younger 
         D           C               G     D 
Tougher broncs, you know I can't recall 
            G 
A worn out tape of Chris LeDoux 
       Am 
Lonely women and bad booze 
         D           C                  G 
Seem to be the only friends I've left at all.
[Refrain]
         C 
And the white line's getting longer 
         G       D       Em 
And the saddle's getting cold 
        C                  D             G 
Now I'm much too young to feel this damn old 
        C                             G        D      Em 
All my cards are on the table with no ace left in the hole 
    C                 D              G    D  Em 
I'm much too young to feel this damn old 
          C                  D             G 
Lord, I'm much too young to feel this damn old