[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 Pittsburgh 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 at 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, 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 am much too young to feel

I'm much too young to feel this damn old