[Originally by Garth Brooks]
This old 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 Pitsburg tomorrow night
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...
So fuckin' old!
I called the house but no one answered
For 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
The competition's getting younger
Tougher broncs, you know I can't recall
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
I'm much too young to feel
I'm much too young to feel this damn old
