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 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 in them in the eyes And I said, he's mine that one Got a wild-hair side and handsome 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 know he's mine Yeah he's Friday night 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 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 sure, you sure hear me shout I yelled he's mine that one Got a wild-hair side and handsome 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