Country Squire Songtext
von Tyler Childers

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