Country Squire by Tyler Childers
Key: GG | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


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