Wrinkle Neck Mules - Okeechobee lyrics

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