Vince Gill - Little Brother lyrics

We were just kids growing up in West Texas Remember the hell we raised We chased the girls we never could catch them Those were are glory days You called me cowboy Cause I drove a pickup and sang those old cheatin' songs Buy a bottle of Boone's Farm Wind up all messed up Where have those years all gone (Chorus) Hey little brother this is old cowboy Best keep your radio on Cause I might get lucky, sing in the Opry And I'll dedicate you this song I hit the highway and never looked back You stayed here in our old hometown You married a sweet girl down around Austin Had nine kids whose eyes are all brown I hit every barroom from Bakersfield to Boston Seeking whiskey, fortune, and fame Countin' these white lines sure gets lonely Someday they'll all know my name Repeat Chorus The years come and go I've sure realized There ain't nothin like your best friend If there's one thing I know 'Til the day that I die You've got me back brother Ben Hey little brother this is old cowboy You've got your radio on Tonight I got lucky, I'm singin' on the Opry I dedicate you this song Yeah tonight I got lucky, I'm singin' on the Grand Ole Opry I dedicate you this song (Thanks to Nick for these lyrics)