verse 1: G D C Looks like it's time to trim the fat G D C They're diggin' a hole right through the 'Glades G D Em C And by the time that we get through, well I'll have no use for you G D C Won't you be so proud of the mess I made chorus: G D C In my sweet sweet sweet Okeechobee G D C Runnin' through the shallows with cottonmouth cypress knees G D C G Yeah my sweet sweet sweet Okeechobee's callin' me G D C With a forearm tan and a bottle that's where I'll be verse 2: One time I brought a woman friend home with me 'fore too damn long she couldn't stand the heat and mosquitos She said I had to choose, bet she never thought she'd lose But when it comes to the one I love it's plain to see [chorus] (It's my...) verse 3: Four wheel drive and a three gun rack Two wide stove in a one room shack Yeah my paint job's startin' to peel & there's a crack in my windshield But you can bet each time I leave I'll be lookin' back chorus w/ changes: To my sweet sweet sweet Okeechobee Rollin' blackwater and sawgrass citrus trees Yeah my sweet sweet sweet Okeechobee's callin' me With a forearm tan and a bottle that's where I'll be Yeah you can find me with a forearm tan and a bottle that's where I'll be Yeah you can find me with a forearm tan and a bottle that's where I'll beeee.