This old highway's gettin' 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

The competition's gettin' younger

Tougher broncs, you know, I can't recall

A 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 gettin' longer and the saddle's gettin' cold

Lord, I'm much too young to feel this damn old