Chords for Garth Brooks Much too young to feel this damn old

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This old highway is getting [Bbm] longer, _
[Eb] seems [Db] there ain't [Ab] no end in sight. _
Sleep would be best, [Bbm] but I just can't afford to rest.
[Eb] I got a [Db] ride to [Ab] Danver to Barton High. _
_ I called the house, but no [Bbm] one answered. _
[Eb] For the last [Db] two weeks, [Ab] no one's been home.
I guess she's through with me, to tell [Bbm] the truth I just can't see.
[Eb] What's kept the [Db] woman [Ab] holding on this long?
And the [Db] white line's getting longer, and the saddle's getting pulled.
And I'm much too [Eb] young to [Ab] feel this damn goal.
And all my [Db] cards are on the table, [Ab] with no ace left in the hole.
[Db] And I'm much too young [Eb] to feel [Ab] this damn goal. _
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The competition's getting [Bbm] younger.
[Eb] Covered Bronx, [Db] you know I [Ab] can't recall.
A worn out tape of Christmas do.
[Bbm] Lonely women and bad booze, [Eb] seem to be the only [Db] friends I've [Ab] left at all. _
[Db] And the white line's getting longer, and the [Fm] saddle's getting pulled.
And [Db] I'm much too young to [Eb] feel this [Ab] damn goal.
And all [Db] my cards are on the table, with no ace left [Fm] in the hole.
And I'm [Db] much too [Eb] young to feel this damn [Ab] goal. _ _
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