Wrinkle Neck Mules - Okeechobee

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Looks like it’s time to trim the fat

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Digging a hole right through the glades

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And by the time we get through

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Well I’ll have no use for you

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Won’t you be so proud of the mess I made?


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With my sweet, sweet, sweet Okeechobee

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Running through the shallows with cottonmouth cypress knees

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Yeah my sweet, sweet, sweet Okeechobee’s calling me

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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