G Am D C G D 
G Am D C G D


[Verse 1]
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


[Verse 2]
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


[Chorus]
         C
And the white line's getting longer
         G       G/F#    Em
And the saddle's getting cold
        C                  D             G
Now I'm much too young to feel this damn old
        C                             G        G/F#   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


[Instrumental]
G G Am Am D C G D 
G G Am Am D C G D


[Verse 3]
    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.


[Chorus]
         C
And the white line's getting longer
         G       G/F#    Em
And the saddle's getting cold
        C                  D             G
Now I'm much too young to feel this damn old
        C                             G        G/F#   Em
All my cards are on the table with no ace left in the hole
    C                 D              G   G/F#  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