Rodney Atkins - He's Mine Lyrics

Old man knocked on my front door
And my 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 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 running to your back forty
When they saw me coming on my gator"
And I looked him in the eyes and I said

He's mine, that one
Got a wild-hair side and then some
It's no surprise what he's done
He's ever last bit of my old man's son

And if you knew me then
There'd be no question in your mind
You'd know he's mine
Yeah, he is

On Friday night the football games
Living for the speakers to call the name
On the back 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 should, you should've heard me shout

I yelled, "He's mine, that one"
Got a wild-hair side and then some
Oh, it's no surprise what he's done
He's every 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
And I'll take the blame and claim him every time

Yeah, y'all, he's mine
I thank God he's mine
Bless his heart