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 sawgrass 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