Old man knocked on my front door With my 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 gator 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 ever 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 thirty-seven just one-forty-five and five foot eleven Maybe
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
Oh man, you shoulda, you shoulda hear 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 ever 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 Yeah, y'all, he's mine I thank God, he's mine