Rodney Atkins - He's Mine lyrics

rate me

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'

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 in them in the eyes

And I said, he's mine that one

Got a wild-hair side and handsome

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 know he's mine

Yeah he's

Friday night 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 taking that cheap shot our little kicker

And they threw him out

Oh man, you sure, you sure hear 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 ever 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

Yeah, y'all, he's mine

I thank God, he's mine