Badlees

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 
And the white line's getting longer and the saddle's getting cold 
I'm much too young to feel this damn old 
All my cards are on the table with no ace left in the hole 
I'm much too young to feel this damn 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 
GOD BLESS CHRIS LeDOUX! 
And the white line's getting longer and the saddle's getting cold 
I'm much too young to feel this damn old 
All my cards are on the table with no ace left in the hole 
I'm much too young to feel this damn old 
Lord, I'm much too young to feel this damn old