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 cheating songs Buy a bottle of Boone's Farm Wind up all messed up Where have those years all gone Hey little brother this is old cowboy Best keep your radio on Cause I might get lucky sing on the Opry And I'll dedicate you this song Well 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 Well I hit every barroom from Bakersfield to Boston Seeking whiskey fortune and fame Counting these white lines sure gets lonely Someday they'll all know my name Hey little brother this is old cowboy Best keep your radio on Cause I might get lucky sing on the Opry And I'll dedicate you this song Well the years come and go I've sure realized There ain't nothing like your best friend If there's one thing I know Till the day that I die You've got my back brother Ben Hey little brother this is old cowboy You've got your radio on Tonight I got lucky I'm singing on the Opry And I'll dedicate you this song Yeah tonight I got lucky I'm singing on the Grand Ole Opry And I'll dedicate you this song