Old man knocked on my front door
With my teenage boy and a couple more
Said he caught him shooting beer bottles
Down in the huller and smoking
He said, they won't speak when spoken to
So which one here belongs to you
Because they all started running
When they saw me coming on my gator
I looked in them in the eyes
Friday night football games
I was living for the speakers
On the back of number thirty-seven
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
you should heard me shout
I yelled he's mine that one
Got a wild-hair side and then some
There's no surprise what he's done
He's every last bit of my old man's son
Yeah man, he's mine he'll always be
The best thing that ever happened to me
You can't turn it off like electricity
I love him uncondi tionally
