Sat down with my poodle, just past nine
On the dock, sipping whiskey, casting line
Then a couple rednecks rolled on in
Casting under my light like itâs some kinda sin
They hollered, âGit on, dog!â like they owned the night
Kicked up mud, stirred up a f***t
One looked over with a smirk that bites,
Said, âYou own this water?â
I said, âNo⊠but I own this green light.â
[Chorus]
You can fish the lake, hell, I wonât stop ya
But you cross my beam, now thatâs my drama
That glow ain't public, itâs a battle sign
You disrespect me, we got a line
So go ahead, ask if Iâm feelinâ rightâ
But tomorrow night, boys⊠Iâm claiminâ my right
[Verse 2]
They laughed like I was just some joke
Talkinâ down to me through Marlboro smoke
But I ainât forgot, and I wonât forgive
This dockâs my peace, my spot to live
So I polished up the ol' floodlight
Stronger beam, brighter bite
And I'll be waitinâ there come Friday night
Not for fishâbut to settle this f***t
[Chorus]
You can fish the lake, hell, I wonât stop ya
But you cross my beam, now thatâs my drama
That glow ain't public, itâs a battle sign
You disrespect me, we got a line
So go ahead, ask if Iâm feelinâ rightâ
But tomorrow night, boys⊠Iâm claiminâ my right
[Bridge]
This ainât about bass, or crappie lines
Itâs about old men and crossed up signs
Respect ainât free, itâs earned by mightâ
And you donât mess with a manâs green light
[Final Chorus]
So fish the lake, take your thrill
But that dockâs mine, and Iâm here still
You can mock my dog, and crack your beer
But next time, boys, donât cast too near
âCause Iâll be waitinâ there, heart full of spiteâ
And I still own that damn green light