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 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