Karaoké Country Squire Tyler Childers

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

'Cos 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

Turning them songs into two-by-fours

Dreaming about 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

That measures eight feet wide

It's a fifty-three years 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

Turning them songs into two-by-fours

Dreaming about 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

Turning them songs into two-by-fours

Dreaming about the day that I'll sit by the fire

Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire

Dreaming about the day that I'll sit by the fire

Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire