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Old man knocked on my front door
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With my teenage boy and a couple more
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From up the road
He had him by the collar
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Said he caught him shootin' beer bottles
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Down in the holler and smokin'
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I said is that right
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He said, they won't speak when spoken to
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So which one here belongs to you
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And I know one does
'Cause they all started runnin'
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To your back forty
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When they saw me comin' on my gator
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I looked in them in the eyes
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And I said, he's mine that one
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Got a wild-hair side and then some
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There's no surprise what he's done
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He's ever last bit of my old man's son
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If you knew me then
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There'd be no question in your mind
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You'd know he's mine
Yeah he's
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Friday night football games
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I was livin' for the speakers
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To call the name
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On the back of number thirty-seven
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Just one-forty-five
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And five foot eleven
Maybe
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Limelight barely shined on him
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But everyone still remembers when
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He whooped up on that boy way bigger
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For taking that cheap shot our little kicker
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And they threw him out
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Oh man, you shoulda, you shoulda heard me shout
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I yelled he's mine that one
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Got a wild-hair side and then some
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It's no surprise what he's done
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He's every last last bit of my old man's son
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And I'll take the blame
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And claim him every time
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Yeah man, he's mine and he'll always be
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The best thing that ever happened to me
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You can't turn it off like electricity
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I will love him unconditionally
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And I'll take the blame
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And claim him every time
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Yeah, y'all, he's mine
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I thank God, he's mine