Rodney Atkins - He's Mine Lyrics
Old man knocked on my front doorWith my teenage boy and a couple moreFrom up the roadHe had him by the collarSaid he caught him shootin' beer bottlesDown in the holler and smokin'I said is that rightHe said, they won't speak when spoken toSo which one here belongs to youAnd I know one does'Cause they all started runnin'To your back fortyWhen they saw me comin' on my gatorI looked in them in the eyesAnd I said, he's mine that oneGot a wild-hair side and handsomeThere's no surprise what he's doneHe's ever last bit of my old man's sonIf you knew me thenThere'd be no question in your mindYou know he's mineYeah he'sFriday night football gamesI was livin' for the speakersTo call the nameOn the back of number thirty-sevenJust one-forty-fiveAnd five foot elevenMaybeLimelight barely shined on himBut everyone still remembers whenHe whooped up on that boy way biggerFor taking that cheap shot our little kickerAnd they threw him outOh man, you sure, you sure hear me shoutI yelled he's mine that oneGot a wild-hair side and handsomeIt's no surprise what he's doneHe's ever last last bit of my old man's sonAnd I'll take the blameAnd claim him every timeYeah man, he's mine and he'll always beThe best thing that ever happened to meYou can't turn it off like electricityI will love him unconditionallyAnd I'll take the blameAnd claim him every timeYeah, y'all, he's mineI thank God, he's mine
