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