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