Country Squire by Tyler Childers Lyrics and Chords

Country Squire is one of the most popular songs of the time. Country Squire lyrics were written by Tyler Childers. This song has sung by Tyler Childers

SingerTyler Childers
AlbumHickman Holler/RCA
Released2019
TuningE A D G B E

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 barroom, 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 barroom, 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 barroom, 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

**********

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

And I know she tends to smoke ’em out the window

In the air of that gas pipe leak

I wonder if she’s cringin’ 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

Huddlin’ 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 warrin’

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 buildin’ 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’ve got a little older

On the day that I retire

I’ll take her somewhere warm for the winter

Pullin’ 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

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