(To Feel This d*** Old)
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 d*** old
All my cards are on the table with no ace left in the hole
I'm much too young to feel this d*** 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 d*** old.
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 d*** old
All my cards are on the table with no ace left in the hole
I'm much too young to feel this d*** 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 d*** old.