Country Squire Lyrics
Well tonight I`m up in Chillicothe
Downwind from the paper mill
I`m out here spittin` on the sidewalkTakin` 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 before 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
Dreaming` `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
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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 built it 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
Dreaming` `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
Dreaming` `bout the day that sit by the fire
Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire
Dreaming` `bout the day that I sit by the fire
Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire