This

old

hi-

gh-

way's

get-

tin'

lo-

n-

ger

It

seems

there

is

no

end

in

sight

To

sleep

would

be

best,

but

I

just

can't

af-

ford

to

rest

I

got-

ta

ride

in

De-

n-

ver

to-

mor-

row

night

I

called

the

hou-

se

but

no

one

an-

swe-

red

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

wo-

man

hol-

d-

in'

on

this

long

And

the

whi-

te

line's

get-

ting

lo-

n-

ger

and

the

sad-

dle's

get-

tin'

cold

An'

I'm

much

too

young

to

feel

this

damn

old

All

my

car-

ds

are

on

the

ta-

b-

le,

with

no

a-

ce

left

in

the

hole

An'

I'm

much

too

young

to

feel

this

damn

o-

ld

The

com-

pe-

ti-

t-

ion's

get-

tin'

you-

n-

ger

Tou-

gher

bro-

ncs,

you

kno-

w

I

can't

re-

call

A

worn

out

tape

of

Chris

Le-

Doux,

lone-

ly

wo-

men

and

bad

booze

Seem

to

be

the

on-

ly

frien-

ds

I've

left

at

all

And

the

whi-

te

line's

get-

ting

lo-

n-

ger

and

the

sad-

dle's

get-

tin'

cold

An'

I'm

much

too

young

to

feel

this

damn

old

All

my

car-

ds

are

on

the

ta-

b-

le,

with

no

a-

ce

left

in

the

hole

An'

I'm

much

too

young

to

feel

this

damn

old

Lord,

I'm

much

too

young

to

feel

this

damn

o-

ld