Rodney Atkins - He's Mine Lyrics

Rodney Atkins – He’s Mine Lyrics

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’
And 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-haired side and then some
it’s no surprise what he’s done
He’s ever last bit of my old man’s son
And If you knew me then
There’d be no question in your mind
You know he’s mine
Yeah he is

Friday night football games
And livin’ for the speakers
To call the name
On the back of number thirty-seven
Just one-forty-five
And five foot eleven
Maybe

The Limelight barely shined on him
But everyone still remembers when
He whooped up on that boy way bigger
For taking that cheap shot on our little kicker
And they threw him out
Oh man, you should of, you should of heard me shout

I yelled he’s mine that one
Got a wild-haired side and then some
It’s no surprise what he’s done
He’s every 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 love him unconditionally
I’ll take the blame and claim him every time
Yeah, y’all, he’s mine
I thank God, he’s mine
Bless his heart

[Rodney Atkins – He’s Mine Lyrics]