Well, tonight I′m up in Chillicothe

Downwind from the paper mill

I'm out here spittin′ on the sidewalkTakin' in the factory smells

And I know she tends to smokin' out the window

In the air of that gas pipe leak

I wonder if she′s cringin′ at same time

Thinkin' pretty thoughts of me

I was up for hours this mornin′

Pullin' traps ′fore I said goodbye

I plan to tan myself a fox hide

And hang it on my darlin' 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've been

Spendin′ my nights in a bar room, Lord

Turnin' them songs into two by fours

Dreamin′ 'bout the day that I sit by the fire

Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire

Well, tomorrow we hit the country music highway

On our way to Circleville

We′re off to do some weekend warrin'

While we sing and drink our fill

And when I ain't out playin′ on my six string

With the nickles I acquire

I′m tryin' to fix her up a castle

It′s called the Country Squire

It's a twenty four foot long vessel

It 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 buildin' back piece by piece

I′m tryin′ to fix her up a temple

My lady of the Estill Springs

Spendin' my nights in a bar room, Lord

Turnin′ them songs into two by fours

Dreamin' ′bout the day that I 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

Pullin′ our Country Squire

Spendin' my nights in a bar room, Lord

Turnin' them songs into two by fours

Dreamin′ ′bout the day that sit by the fire

Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire

Dreamin' ′bout the day that I sit by the fire

Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire