Rodney Atkins - Hes mine

^DOld man knocked on my front door ^CWith my t^Geenage boy and a couple more ^DFrom up the road He had him by the collar Sa^Cid he caught him shootin' beer bottles ^GDown in the ^Dholler and smokin' I s^Caid ^Gis that right He ^Dsaid, they won't speak when spoken to So ^Cwhich one^G here belongs to you And I ^Dknow one does

To ^Cyour back forty When^G they saw m^De comin' on my gator I lo^Coked in the^Gm in the eyes And I ^Dsaid, he's mine that one Got a ^Cwild-hai^Gr side and then some Th^Dere's no surprise what he's done He's ^Cever las^Gt bit of my old man's son If you ^A#knew me then There'd be no^C question in your mind You'd^D know he's mine Yeah he's

^DFriday night football games ^CI was livin' for the speakers To ^Gcall the name ^DOn the back of number thirty-seven Just ^Cone-forty-five And ^Gfive foot eleven Maybe ^DLimelight barely shined on him But ^Ceveryone ^Gstill remembers when He ^Dwhooped up on that boy way bigger For t^Caking that^G cheap shot our little kicker And^D they threw him out Oh man, you^C should^Ga, you shoulda heard me shout I y^Delled he's mine that one Got a^C wild-ha^Gir side and then some It^D's no surprise what he's done He's ^Cevery last las^Gt bit of my old man's son And I'll ^A#take the blame And clai^Cm him every time Yeah^D man, he's mine and he'll always be C NO CHORD The best thing that ever happened to me You ^Dcan't turn it off like electricity I will ^Clove him^G unconditionally And^A# I'll take the blame And clai^Cm him every time Yeah, y^D'all,^C he's mine I thank^D God, he's mine