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 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 look in the eye

And I said he's mine that one
Hot 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 him but everyone still remembers when
He whooped up on that boy, way bigger
For takin' that cheap shot our little kicker and they threw him out
Man you should've, you should've hear me shout

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 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