He’s Mine - Rodney Atkins

He's Mine - Rodney Atkins
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'
And 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 em in the eyes
And I said he's mine that one
Got a wild-hair side and handsome
It's no surprise what he's done
He's every 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 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 on our little kicker
And they threw him out
Oh man you shoulda you shoulda heard 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 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'll love him unconditionally
I'll take the blame
And claim him every time
Yeah y'all he's mine
I thank God he's mine