Country Squire

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

Heaven knows 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

I was up for hours this morning

Pulling traps before I said goodbye

I planned to tan myself a fox hide

And hang it on my darling bride

'Cause they tell me its gonna be a big one

And the snow is setting in

And I don't want her cold while I ain't at home

The way that I've been

Spending my nights in a bar room

Oh, turning them songs into two by fours

Dreamin' 'bout the day that I'll sit by the fire

Huddle with my honey in a country squire

Well tomorrow, we hit the country music highway

On our way to Circleville

We're off to some weekend warring

While we sing and drink our fill

And when I ain't out playing on a six string

With the nickels I acquire

I'm trying to fix her up a castle

That'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'm gonna do 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

Spending my nights in a bar room

Oh, turning them songs into two by fours

Dreamin' 'bout the day that I'll sit by the fire

Huddle with my honey in a country squire

One day, I aim to have myself a family

In a cabin on the hill

And I might have to come over the highway

To help with the family bills

Oh, and the kids have got a little older

On a day that I retire

I'll take her somewhere warm for the winter

Pulling our country squire

Spending my nights in a bar room

Oh, turning them songs into two by fours

Dreamin' 'bout the day that I'll sit by the fire

Huddle with my honey in a country squire

Dreamin' 'bout the day that I'll sit by the fire

Huddle with my honey in a country squire