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
Pullin' our Country Squire
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
Dreamin' 'bout the day that I'm sittin' by the fire
Huddled with my honey in her Country Squire
