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[Intro]
| D | - | - | - |
[Verse 1]
D
Well tonight, I'm up in Chillicothe
A
Downwind from the paper mill
I'm out here spittin' on the sidewalk
D
Taking in the factory smells
Head and nose,
she tends to smokin' out the window
A
In the air, that gas pipe leak
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
I plan to tan myself a fox hide
D
And hang it on my darling bride
'Cause they tell me that it's gonna be a big one
A
And the snow is settin' in
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 twobyfours
A
Dreamin' 'bout the day that I'm sittin' by the fire
D
Huddled with my honey in the Country Squire
[Verse 3]
Well tomorrow,
D
we hit the country music highway
A
On our way to Circleville
We're off to do some weekend warring
D
While we sing and drink our fill
And when I ain't out playin' on my sixstring
A
With the nickels I acquire
I'm tryin' to fix her up a castle
D
It's called the Country Squire
[Verse 4]
D
It's a twenty fourfootlong vessel
A
That measures eight feet wide
It's a fifty threeyearold camper
D
It's made to pull behind
And I've gutted to the studs and the rafters
A
And I'm building back piece by piece
I'm tryin' 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 twobyfours
A
Dreamin' 'bout the day that I'm sittin' by the fire
D
Huddled with my honey in the Country Squire
[Solo Violin]
| E |
| - | - | B | - |
| - | - | E |
[Solo Guitar]
| E |
| - | - | B | - |
| - | - |
[Verse 5]
E E
One day, I aim to have myself a family
B
And a cabin on the hill
And I might have to come off of the highway
E
To help with the family bills
But when the kids have got a little older
B
On the day that I retire
I'll take her somewhere warm for the winter
E
Pullin' our Country Squire
[Chorus]
A B
Spending my nights in a bar room, Lord
E A
Turnin' them songs into twobyfours
B
Dreamin' 'bout the day that I'll sit by the fire
E
Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire
B
Dreamin' 'bout the day that I'll sit by the fire
E
Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire
[Intro]
| D | - | - | - |
[Verse 1]
| D | - | - | A |
| - | - | - | D |
| - | - | - | A |
| - | - | - | D |
Well tonight, I'm up in Chillicothe
Downwind from the paper mill
I'm out here spittin' on the sidewalk
Taking in the factory smells
Head and nose,
she tends to smokin' out the window
In the air, that gas pipe leak
I wonder if she's cringing at the same time
Thinking pretty thoughts of me
[Verse 2]
| D | - | - | A |
| - | - | - | D |
| - | - | - | A |
| - | - | - | D |
I was up for hours this morning
Pulling traps before I said goodbye
I plan to tan myself a fox hide
And hang it on my darling 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
[Chorus]
| G - | A - | D - | G - |
| A - | - - | - - | - D |
| - - | -
Spending my nights in a bar room, Lord
Turnin' them songs into twobyfours
Dreamin' 'bout the day that I'm sittin' by the fire
Huddled with my honey in the Country Squire
[Verse 3]
D | - - | - - |
| - A | - - | - - | - - |
| - D | - - | - - | - - |
| - A | - - | - - | - - |
| - D | -
Well tomorrow,
we hit the country music highway
On our way to Circleville
We're off to do some weekend warring
While we sing and drink our fill
And when I ain't out playin' on my sixstring
With the nickels I acquire
I'm tryin' to fix her up a castle
It's called the Country Squire
[Verse 4]
D | - - | - - |
| - A | - - | - - | - - |
| - D | - - | - - | - - |
| - A | - - | - - | - - |
| - D | -
It's a twenty fourfootlong vessel
That measures eight feet wide
It's a fifty threeyearold camper
It's made to pull behind
And I've gutted to the studs and the rafters
And I'm building back piece by piece
I'm tryin' to fix her up a temple
My Lady of the Estill Springs
[Chorus]
G | - A | - D |
| - G | - A | - - | - - |
| - - | D - | - - |
Spending my nights in a bar room, Lord
Turnin' them songs into twobyfours
Dreamin' 'bout the day that I'm sittin' by the fire
Huddled with my honey in the Country Squire
[Solo Violin]
| E |
| - | - | B | - |
| - | - | E |
[Solo Guitar]
| E |
| - | - | B | - |
| - | - |
[Verse 5]
| E | E |
| - | - | B | - |
| - | - | E | - |
| - | - | B | - |
| - | - | E |
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
[Chorus]
| A - |
| B - | E - | A - | B - |
| - - | - - | - E | - - |
| - B | - - | - - | - - |
| E - |
Spending my nights in a bar room, Lord
Turnin' them songs into twobyfours
Dreamin' 'bout the day that I'll sit by the fire
Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire
Dreamin' 'bout the day that I'll sit by the fire
Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire
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