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 shootin'beer bottles 

Down in the holler and somkin' 

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 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 - maybe 



Limelight barely shined on hime 

But everyone still remember when 

He whooped up on that boy way bigger 

For thinkin' that cheap shot our little kicker 

And they threw him out 

Man, you should've, you should've 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