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 on the Opry
And I'll dedicate you this song
Instrumental
I hit the highway, 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, Bakersfield to Boston
Seeking whiskey, fortune, and fame
Countin' these white lines, sure gets lonely
Someday they'll all know my name
Chorus
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
Instrumental
Well 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
Repeat Chorus
Yeah tonight I got lucky, singin' on the Grand Ole Opry
I dedicate you this song
Outro