Little Brother

We were just kids growin' up in West Texas Remember the hell we've raised We chased the girls but we never could catch 'em Those were our glory days You called me cowboy 'cause I drove a pickup And sang those old cheatin' songs We'd 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 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 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 and I've sure realized Ain't nothin' like your best friend If there's one thing I know 'til 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 singin' on the Opry And I dedicate you this song Yeah, tonight I got lucky, I'm singin' on the Grand Ole Opry And I dedicate you this song --- Little Brother - Vince Gill