Country Squire

Well, tonight I'm up in Chillicothe
 Downwind from the paper mill
 I'm out here spittin' on the sidewalk
 Takin' in the factory smells
 And I know she tends to smokin' out the window
 In the air of that gas pipe leak
 I wonder if she's cringin' at same time
 Thinkin' pretty thoughts of me
 I was up for hours this mornin'
 Pullin' traps 'fore I said goodbye
 I plan to tan myself a fox hide
 And hang it on my darlin' bride
 'Cause they tell me that it's gonna be a big one
 And the snow is settin' in
 And I don't want her cold while I ain't at home
 The way that I've been
 Spendin' my nights in a bar room, Lord
 Turnin' them songs into two by fours
 Dreamin' 'bout the day that I sit by the fire
 Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire
 Well, tomorrow we hit the country music highway
 On our way to Circleville
 We're off to do some weekend warrin'
 While we sing and drink our fill
 And when I ain't out playin' on my six string
 With the nickles I acquire
 I'm tryin' to fix her up a castle
 It's called the Country Squire
 It's a twenty four foot long vessel
 It measures eight feet wide
 It's a fifty-three year old camper
 It's made to pull behind
 And I've gutted to the studs and the rafters
 And I'm buildin' back piece by piece
 I'm tryin' to fix her up a temple
 My lady of the Estill Springs
 Spendin' my nights in a bar room, Lord
 Turnin' them songs into two by fours
 Dreamin' 'bout the day that I sit by the fire
 Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire
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 One day I aim to have myself a family
 And a cabin on the hill
 And I might have to come off of the highway
 To help with the family bills
 But when the kids have got a little older
 On the day that I retire
 I'll take her somewhere warm for the winter
 Pullin' our Country Squire
 Spendin' my nights in a bar room, Lord
 Turnin' them songs into two by fours
 Dreamin' 'bout the day that sit by the fire
 Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire
 Dreamin' 'bout the day that I sit by the fire
 Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire