verse 1:

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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.