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
It's no surprise what he's done
He's every 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's
Friday night football games
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 on our little kicker
And they threw him out
Oh man, you should a, you should a 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
The best thing that ever happened to me
You can't turn it off like electricity
I 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
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 It's no surprise what he's done He's every 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's Friday night football games 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 on our little kicker And they threw him out Oh man, you should a, you should a 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 The best thing that ever happened to me You can't turn it off like electricity I 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 Explain Request ×
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