[ intro ]
G2 Am D C G D
G G Am Am D C G D
[ verse 1 ]
G Am
this old highway’s gettin’ longer
D C G D
it seems there ain’t end in sight
G
to sleep would be best
Am
but i just can’t afford to rest
D C G D
i gotta ride in denver tomorrow night
[ verse 2 ]
G Am
i called the house but no one answered
D C G D
for the last two weeks no one’s been home
G
i guess she’s through with me
Am
to tell the truth i just can’t see
D C G
what’s kept the woman holdin’ on this long
[ chorus ]
C
and the white line’s getting longer
G D Em
and the saddle’s gettin’ cold
C D G
and i’m much too young to feel this damn old
C D
all my cards are on the table
G D Em
with no ace left in the hole
C D G
and i’m much too young to feel this damn old
[ solo ]
G G Am Am D C G D
G G Am Am D C G D
[ verse 3 ]
G Am
the competition’s gettin’ younger
D C G D
tougher broncs , you know i can’t recall
G
a worn out tape of chris ledoux
Am
lonely women and bad booze
D C G
seem to be the only friends i’ve left at all
[ chorus ]
C
and the white line’s getting longer
G D Em
and the saddle’s gettin’ cold
C D G
and i’m much too young to feel this damn old
C D
all my cards are on the table
G D Em
with no ace left in the hole
C D G D Em
and i’m much too young to feel this damn old
[ outro ]
C D G
lord , i’m much too young to feel this damn old
[ intro ]
G2 Am D C G D
G G Am Am D C G D
[ verse 1 ]
G Am
this old highway’s gettin’ longer
D C G D
it seems there ain’t end in sight
G
to sleep would be best
Am
but i just can’t afford to rest
D C G D
i gotta ride in denver tomorrow night
[ verse 2 ]
G Am
i called the house but no one answered
D C G D
for the last two weeks no one’s been home
G
i guess she’s through with me
Am
to tell the truth i just can’t see
D C G
what’s kept the woman holdin’ on this long
[ chorus ]
C
and the white line’s getting longer
G D Em
and the saddle’s gettin’ cold
C D G
and i’m much too young to feel this damn old
C D
all my cards are on the table
G D Em
with no ace left in the hole
C D G
and i’m much too young to feel this damn old
[ solo ]
G G Am Am D C G D
G G Am Am D C G D
[ verse 3 ]
G Am
the competition’s gettin’ younger
D C G D
tougher broncs , you know i can’t recall
G
a worn out tape of chris ledoux
Am
lonely women and bad booze
D C G
seem to be the only friends i’ve left at all
[ chorus ]
C
and the white line’s getting longer
G D Em
and the saddle’s gettin’ cold
C D G
and i’m much too young to feel this damn old
C D
all my cards are on the table
G D Em
with no ace left in the hole
C D G D Em
and i’m much too young to feel this damn old
[ outro ]
C D G
lord , i’m much too young to feel this damn old
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