Country Squire

Well tonight I'm up in Chillicothe

Downwind from the papermill

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 cringin' at the same time

Thinking pretty thoughts of me

I was up for hours this mornin'

Pullin' traps 'ore I said goodbye

I plan to tan myself a fox hide

And hang it on the 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 have been

Spendin' my nights in a bar room, Lord

Turnin' them songs into two-by-fours

Dreamin' 'bout the day that I'm sittin' by the fire

Huddled with my honey in her 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 nickels 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

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'm sittin' by the fire

Huddled with my honey in her Country Squire

And 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've got a little older

On the day that I retire

I'll take her somewhere warm for the winter