Intro
G D 
 
Verse 1
D 
Well tonight I'm up in Chillicothe 
                         A 
Down-wind from the paper mill 
 
I'm out here spittin' on the sidewalk 
                      D 
Taking in the factory smells 
 
Heaven knows she tends to smokin' up a 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 two-by-fours 
A   N.C.                        A  N.C. 
Dreaming 'bout the day that I'm sitting by the fire 
A  N.C.                       A   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 
 
We're off to do some weekend warring 
                             D 
While we sing and drink our fill 
 
And when I ain't out playing on my six-string 
                   A 
With the nickels I acquire 
 
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 
 
It's a fifty-three-year-old 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 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   N.C.                         A   N.C. 
Dreaming 'bout the day that I'll sit by the fire 
A  N.C.                      A   A   D 
Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire 
 
Instrumental
E B E B E 
 
Verse 5
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've got a little older 
                    B 
On the day that I retire 
 
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    N.C.                        B   N.C. 
Dreaming 'bout the day that I'll sit by the fire 
B  N.C.                      B   B   E 
Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire 
B    N.C.                         B  N.C. 
Dreaming 'bout the day that I'll sit by the fire 
B  N.C.                      B   B   E 
Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire