He's Mine

Old man knocked on my front door

With a teenage boy and a couple

More from up the road

He had them by the collar

Said he caught him shootin'beer bottles

Down in the holler and smokin'

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 gate

I look in the eye

And I said, He's mine that one

Got a wild-hair side and them some

There's no surprise what He's done

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

If you knew me then

There 'd be no question in your mind

You'd know he's mine

Yeah he is

Friday night the football games

I was livin' for the speakers

To call the name

On the back of number thirty-seven

Just one Forty-five

And five foot eleven

Mmaybe

Limelight barely shined on him

But everyone still remembers when

He whooped up on that boy way bigger

For taking that cheap shot our little kicker

And they threw him out

Man, you should, you sure heard me shout

I yelled he's mine that one

Got a wild-hair side and then some

There's no surprise what he's done

He's every last 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 will love him unconditionally

And I'll take the blame

And claim him every time

Yes, sir he's mine

Thank god, he's mine