He's Mine - Rodney Atkins

Old man knocked on my front door

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

He had him by the collar

Said he caught him shooting beer bottles

Down in the holler and smoking

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 running to your back forty

When they saw me coming on my gator

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 living 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 hime

But everyone still remember when

He whooped up on that boy way bigger

For thinking that cheap shot our little kicker

And they threw him out

Man, you should have, you should have hear me shot

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