Country Squire

[Verse 1] Well tonight, I'm up in Chillicothe Down-wind from the paper mill I’m out here spittin' on the sidewalk Taking in the factory smells Head and nose, she tends to smokin' out the window In the air, that gas pipe leak I wonder if she’s cringing at the same time Thinking pretty thoughts of me [Verse 2] I was up for hours this morning Pulling traps before I said goodbye I plan to tan myself a fox hide And hang it on my darling 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 have been [Chorus] Spending my nights in a bar room, Lord Turnin' them songs into two-by-fours Dreaming 'bout the day that I’m sitting by the fire Huddled with my honey in the Country Squire [Verse 3] Well tomorrow, we hit the country music highway On our way to Circleville We’re off to do some weekend warring While we sing and drink our fill And when I ain't out playing on my six-string With the nickels I acquire I’m trying to fix her up a castle It's called the Country Squire [Verse 4] It's a 24-foot-long vessel That measures eight feet wide It's a 53-year-old camper It’s made to pull behind And I've gutted to the studs and the rafters And I'm building back piece by piece I'm trying to fix her up a temple My Lady of the Estill Springs [Chorus] Spending my nights in a bar room, Lord Turnin' them songs into two-by-fours Dreaming 'bout the day that I'll sit by the fire Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire [Verse 5] 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 Pulling our Country Squire [Chorus] Spending my nights in a bar room, Lord Turnin' them songs into two-by-fours Dreaming 'bout the day that I'll sit by the fire Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire Dreaming 'bout the day that I'll sit by the fire Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire