Wrinkle Neck Mules Okeechobee G D C Looks like it’s time to trim the fat G D C Digging a hole right through the glades G D And by the time we get through Em C Well I’ll have no use for you G D C Won’t you be so proud of the mess I made? G D C Am With my sweet, sweet, sweet Okeechobee G D C Running through the shallows with cottonmouth cypress knees G D C Yeah my sweet, sweet, sweet Okeechobee’s calling me C D C 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 Nor mosquitoes She said I had to choose, but she never thought she’d lose But when it comes to the one I love its plain to see With my sweet, sweet, sweet Okeechobee Running 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 And 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 and 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 Yeah you can find me With a forearm tan and a bottle that’s where I’ll be