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