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