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       Songwriter: Casey Beathard, Tim James, Phil O'Donnell