Well tonight, I'm up in ChillicotheDown-wind from the paper millI'm out here spittin' on the sidewalkTaking in the factory smellsHead and nose, she tends to smokin' out the windowIn the air, that gas pipe leakI wonder if she's cringing at the same timeThinking pretty thoughts of meI was up for hours this morningPulling traps before I said goodbyeI plan to tan myself a fox hideAnd hang it on my darling bride'Cause they tell me that it's gonna be a big oneAnd the snow is settin' inAnd I don't want her cold while I ain't at homeThe way that I have beenSpending my nights in a bar room, LordTurnin' them songs into two-by-foursDreaming 'bout the day that I'm sitting by the fireHuddled with my honey in the Country SquireWell tomorrow, we hit the country music highwayOn our way to CirclevilleWe're off to do some weekend warringWhile we sing and drink our fillAnd when I ain't out playing on my six-stringWith the nickels I acquireI'm trying to fix her up a castleIt's called the Country SquireIt's a 24-foot-long vesselThat measures eight feet wideIt's a 53-year-old camperIt's made to pull behindAnd I've gutted to the studs and the raftersAnd I'm building back piece by pieceI'm trying to fix her up a templeMy Lady of the Estill SpringsSpending my nights in a bar room, LordTurnin' them songs into two-by-foursDreaming 'bout the day that I'll sit by the fireHuddled with my honey in our Country SquireOne day, I aim to have myself a familyAnd a cabin on the hillAnd I might have to come off of the highwayTo help with the family billsBut when the kids have got a little olderOn the day that I retireI'll take her somewhere warm for the winterPulling our Country SquireSpending my nights in a bar room, LordTurnin' them songs into two-by-foursDreaming 'bout the day that I'll sit by the fireHuddled with my honey in our Country SquireDreaming 'bout the day that I'll sit by the fireHuddled with my honey in our Country Squire
