Half step down

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 then 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'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 shoulda, you shoulda heard me shout

 I yelled he's mine that one

 Got a wild-hair side and then some

 It'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

  NO CHORD

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