verse 1: [G]Looks like it's [D]time to trim the [C]fat [G]They're diggin' a [D]hole right through the '[C]Glades And by the [G]time that we get [D]through, well I'll [Em]have no use for [C]you [G]Won't you be so [D]proud of the mess I [C]made chorus: In my [G]sweet sweet [D]sweet Okee[C]chobee [G]Runnin' through the shallows with...