Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Country Squire, artist - Tyler Childers. Date of issue: 01.08.2019
Song language: English
Country Squire |
| Well tonight, I’m up in Chillicothe |
| Down-wind 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 |
| 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 |
| Spending my nights in a bar room, Lord |
| Turnin' them songs into two-by-fours |
| Dreaming 'bout the day that I’m sitting by the fire |
| Huddled with my honey in the Country Squire |
| 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 playing on my six-string |
| With the nickels I acquire |
| I’m trying 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 building back piece by piece |
| I’m trying to fix her up a temple |
| My Lady of the Estill Springs |
| Spending my nights in a bar room, Lord |
| Turnin' them songs into two-by-fours |
| Dreaming 'bout the day that I’ll 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 |
| Pulling our Country Squire |
| Spending my nights in a bar room, Lord |
| Turnin' them songs into two-by-fours |
| Dreaming 'bout the day that I’ll sit by the fire |
| Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire |
| Dreaming 'bout the day that I’ll sit by the fire |
| Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire |