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 itās some kinda sin
They hollered, āGit on, dog!ā like they owned the night
Kicked up mud, stirred up a f***t
One looked over with a smirk that bites,
Said, āYou own this water?ā
I said, āNo⦠but I own this green light.ā
[Chorus]
You can fish the lake, hell, I wonāt stop ya
But you cross my beam, now thatās my drama
That glow ain't public, itās a battle sign
You disrespect me, we got a line
So go ahead, ask if Iām feelinā rightā
But tomorrow night, boys⦠Iām claiminā my right
[Verse 2]
They laughed like I was just some joke
Talkinā down to me through Marlboro smoke
But I aināt forgot, and I wonāt forgive
This dockās my peace, my spot to live
So I polished up the ol' floodlight
Stronger beam, brighter bite
And I'll be waitinā there come Friday night
Not for fishābut to settle this f***t
[Chorus]
You can fish the lake, hell, I wonāt stop ya
But you cross my beam, now thatās my drama
That glow ain't public, itās a battle sign
You disrespect me, we got a line
So go ahead, ask if Iām feelinā rightā
But tomorrow night, boys⦠Iām claiminā my right
[Bridge]
This aināt about bass, or crappie lines
Itās about old men and crossed up signs
Respect aināt free, itās earned by mightā
And you donāt mess with a manās green light
[Final Chorus]
So fish the lake, take your thrill
But that dockās mine, and Iām here still
You can mock my dog, and crack your beer
But next time, boys, donāt cast too near
āCause Iāll be waitinā there, heart full of spiteā
And I still own that damn green light