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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You found me on the edge of grown
Calloused hands, a borrowed home
Eighteen years of packed-up bags
Pictures missed and faded tags
You smiled like you'd been waitin' years
Pulled me in, said "you're safe here"
In a kitchen smelling like cinnamon rolls
You went and fed more than my soul
[Chorus]
You call me your own like I was there from the start
Like I've always been carved on the bark of your heart
Doesn't matter that my blood runs a different way
You still bow your heads and speak my name when you pray
Mama, Daddy, I ain't ever felt this known
When you look at me and call me your own (yeah)
When you look at me and call me your own
[Verse 2]
Spanish on my tongue some days
You just laugh and try to say
"Mi hijo" in your crooked drawl
Frame my jokes up on the wall
Family photos, I'm right in the middle
Same old boots, same Sunday fiddle
You brag on me to all your friends
Like I've been yours since way back when
[Chorus]
You call me your own like I was there from the start
Like I've always been carved on the bark of your heart
Doesn't matter that my blood runs a different way
You still bow your heads and speak my name when you pray
Mama, Daddy, I ain't ever felt this known
When you look at me and call me your own
When you look at me and call me your own
[Bridge]
I didn't come from you, but I came to you
That's the kind of grace I never knew
Two worn-out seats at a small-town table
Saved one more like it was always available (oh)
[Chorus]
You call me your own like I was there from the start
Like I've always been carved on the bark of your heart
Doesn't matter what the papers or the last name say
You just wrap your arms around the boy you saved
Mama, Daddy, I ain't ever goin' home alone
'Cause you look at me and call me your own
Yeah, you look at me and call me your own
Details
GeneratedFeb 19, 2026
Duration2:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, Warm modern country ballad with male vocals, gentle picked acoustic and brushed snare. Verse stays intimate and story-driven; chorus opens with steel guitar swells and stacked harmonies on the hook. Light organ pad in the second half for lift, subtle slide fills between lines, big but tender final chorus with a held vocal note over a ringing chord.
Credits
Prompt byCoolGhost367
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A country style song to a mom and dad from their adopted hispanic son who they met when he was 18. They welcomed into their family and call him their own.
