Little Brother - Vince Gill

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

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