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DOld man knocked on my front door
CWith mGy teenage boy and a couple more
DFrom up the road
He had him by the collar
SCaid he caught him shootin' beer bottles
GDown in thDe holler and smokin'
I CsaiGd is that right
HeD said, they won't speak when spoken to
So Cwhich oGne here belongs to you
And I Dknow one does
'Cause they all started runnin'
To Cyour back forty
WheGn they saDw me comin' on my gator
I loCoked in Gthem in the eyes
And ID said, he's mine that one
Got a Cwild-Ghair side and then some
TDhere's no surprise what he's done
He's Cever Glast bit of my old man's son
If you Bbknew me then
There'd beC no question in your mind
You'Dd know he's mine
Yeah he's
DFriday night football games
CI was livin' for the speakers
To Gcall the name
DOn the back of number thirty-seven
Just Cone-forty-five
And Gfive foot eleven
Maybe
DLimelight barely shined on him
But CeveryonGe still remembers when
He Dwhooped up on that boy way bigger
For tCaking tGhat cheap shot our little kicker
AnDd they threw him out
Oh man, yCou shGoulda, you shoulda heard me shout
I Dyelled he's mine that one
Got aC wildG-hair side and then some
IDt's no surprise what he's done
He's Cevery last Glast bit of my old man's son
And I'll Bbtake the blame
And clCaim him every time
YeaDh man, he's mine and he'll always be
The Cbest thing that ever happened to me
YouD can't turn it off like electricity
I will Clove hiGm unconditionally
AnBbd I'll take the blame
And clCaim him every time
Yeah, Dy'aCll, he's mine
I thanDk God, he's mine
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