Intro 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 () 2X 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