He's Mine

Old man knocked on my front door

With my teenage boy and a couple more from up the road

He had him by the collar, said he caught him

Shootin' beer bottles down in a holler and smokin'

And I said, "Is that right?"

He said, "They won't speak when spoken to

So which one here belongs to you?

And I know one does 'cause they all started runnin' to your back forty

When they saw me comin' on my Gator"

And I looked him in the eyes

And I said he's mine, that one

Got a wild haired side and then some

It's no surprise what he's done

He's every last bit of my old man's son

And if you knew me, then there'd be no question in your mind

You know he's mine

Yeah, he is

Friday night football games

Livin' for the speakers to call the name on the back

Number 37, just 145 and 5 foot, 11

Maybe, limelight barely shined on him

But everyone still remembers when he whooped up on that boy

Way bigger, for takin' that cheap shot on out little kicker

And they threw him out

Ah, man, you shoulda, you shoulda heard me shout

I yelled "He's mine, that one

Got a wild haired side and then some

It's no surprise what he's done

He's every last bit of my old man's son

And I'll take the blame and claim him every time"

Yeah, man, he's mine and he'll always be

The best thing that ever happened to me

You can't turn it off like electricity

I love him unconditionally

I'll take the blame and claim him every time

Yeah, ya'll, he's mine

I thank God he's mine

Bless his heart