[Intro]
D
[Verse 1]
D
Well tonight I'm up in Chillicothe
A
Down-wind from the paper mill
A7
I'm out here spittin' on the sidewalk
D
Taking in the factory smells
N.C.
And I know she tends to smoke em out the window
A
In the air of that gas pipe leak
A7
I wonder if she's cringing at the same time
D
Thinking pretty thoughts of me
[Verse 2]
D
I was up for hours this morning
A
Pulling traps before I said goodbye
A7
I plan to tan myself a fox hide
D
And hang it on my darling bride
N.C.
Cause they tell me that it's gonna be a big one
A
And the snow is settin' in
A7
And I don't want her cold while I ain't at home
D
The way that I have been
[Chorus]
G A
Spending my nights in a bar room, Lord
D G
Turnin' them songs into two-by-fours
A A
Dreaming 'bout the day that I'm sitting by the fire
A D
Huddlin' with my honey in the Country Squire
[Verse 3]
D
Well tomorrow we hit the country music highway
A
On our way to Circleville
A7
We're off to do some weekend warring
D
While we sing and drink our fill
N.C.
And when I ain't out playing on my six-string
A
With the nickels I acquire
A7
I'm trying to fix her up a castle
D
It's called the Country Squire
[Verse 4]
D
It's a twenty-four-foot-long vessel
A
Measures eight feet wide
A7
It's a fifty-three-year-old camper
D
It's made to pull behind
N.C
And I've gutted to the studs and the rafters
A
And I'm building back piece by piece
A7
I'm trying to fix her up a temple
D
My lady of the Estill Springs
[Chorus]
G A
Spending my nights in a bar room, Lord
D G
Turnin' them songs into two-by-fours
A A
Dreaming 'bout the day that I'll sit by the fire
A D
Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire
[Solo/Intrumental Key Change]
E B B7 x 2
[Verse 5]
E
One day I aim to have myself a family
B
And a cabin on the hill
B7
And I might have to come off of the highway
E
To help with the family bills
N.C
But when the kids've got a little older
B
On the day that I retire
B7
I'll take her somewhere warm for the winter
E
Pulling our Country Squire
[Chorus]
A B
Spending my nights in a bar room, Lord
E A
Turnin' them songs into two-by-fours
B B
Dreaming 'bout the day that I'll sit by the fire
B E
Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire
B B
Dreaming 'bout the day that I'll sit by the fire
B E
Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire
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