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 Pittsburgh tomorrow night (CHORUS) 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... so fuckin' old! (Distortion) 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 Last verse: The competition's getting younger Tougher broncs, I can't recall 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, I am much to young to feel, I am much too young to feel this damn old