| G | Am | |
| This old highway's getting lo | nger |
| D | C | G | D | |
| Seems there ain't | no end in sigh | t |
| G | |
| To sleep would be best |
| Am | |
| But I just | can't afford to rest |
| D | C | G | D | |
| I gotta ride in Den | ver tomorrow night |
| G | Am | |
| I called the house, but no one a | nswered |
| D | C | G | D | |
| For the last two weeks | no one's been hom | e |
| G | |
| I guess she's th | rough with me |
| Am | |
| To tell the t | ruth, I just can't see |
| D | C | G | |
| What's k | ept the woman hol | ding on this long |
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| C | |
| And the white | line's getting longer |
| G | DF# | Em | |
| And the s | addle's ge | tting | cold |
| C | D | G | |
| Now I'm | much too young to feel | this damn old |
| C | G | DF# | Em | |
| All my ca | rds are on the table with no ace | left i | n the hol | e |
| C | D | G | |
| Now I'm | much too young to feel | this damn old |
| G | Am | |
| The | competition's getting | younger |
| D | C | G | D | |
| Tougher b | roncs, you k | now I can't recall |
| G | |
| A worn out t | ape of Chris LeDoux |
| Am | |
| Lonely | women and bad booze |
| D | C | G | |
| Seem to b | e the only friends I'v | e left at all | . |
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