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