G# A#m This old highwayʼs getting longer D# C# G# D# Seems there ainʼt no end in sight G# To sleep would be best A#m But I just canʼt afford to rest D# C# G# D# I gotta ride in Denver tomorrow night G# A#m I called the house, but no one answered D# C# G# D# For the last two weeks no oneʼs been home G# I guess sheʼs through with me A#m To tell the truth, I just canʼt see D# C# G# Whatʼs kept a woman holding on this long Chorus: C# And the white lineʼs getting longer G# Fm And the saddleʼs getting cold C# D# G# Now Iʼm much too young to feel this damn old C# G# Fm All my cards are on the table with no ace left in the hole C# D# G# Now Iʼm much too young to feel this damn old G# A#m The competitionʼs getting younger D# C# G# D# Tougher broncs, you know I canʼt recall G# A worn out tape of Chris LeDoux A#m Lonely women and bad booze D# C# G# Seem to be the only friends Iʼve left at all. Chorus.
