Looks like it's time to trim the fat
Digging a hole right through the glades
And by the time we get through
Well, I'll have no use for you
Won't you be so proud of the mess I made?
With my sweet, sweet, sweet Okeechobee
Runnin' through the shallows
With cottonmouth cypress knees
Yeah my sweet, sweet, sweet Okeechobee's
Calling me, with a forearm tan
And a bottle that's where I'll be
One time I brought a woman friend home with me
For too damn long she couldn't stand the heat
Damn mosquitoes
She said I had to choose
But she never thought she'd lose
But when it comes to the one I love
It's plain to see
It's my sweet, sweet, sweet Okeechobee
Runnin' through the shallows
With cottonmouth cypress knees
Yeah my sweet, sweet, sweet Okeechobee's
Calling me, with a forearm tan
And a bottle that's where I'll be
A four-wheel drive and a three-gun rack
Two-eyed stove in a one-room shack
Yeah my paint job's starting to peel
And there's a crack in my windshield
But you can bet each time I leave
I'll be looking back
To my sweet, sweet, sweet Okeechobee
Holy black water with sawgra** citrus trees
Yeah my sweet, sweet, sweet Okeechobee's
Calling 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