[Intro]
D
[Strophe]
          D 
Well tonight I'm up in Chillicothe 
                         A 
Down-wind from the paper mill 
    A7 
I'm out here spittin' on the sidewalk 
                        D 
Taking in the factory smells 
      D 
And I know she tends to smoke 'em out the window 
                            A 
In the air of that gas pipe leak 
  A7 
I wonder if she's cringin' at the same time 
                            D 
Thinking pretty thoughts of me
[Strophe]
      D 
I was up for hours this morning 
                              A 
Pulling traps before I said goodbye 
   A7 
I plan to tan myself a fox hide 
                           D 
And hang it on my darling bride 
            D 
'Cause they tell me that it's gonna be a big one 
                        A 
And the snow is settin' in 
            A7 
And I don't want her cold while I ain't at home 
                     D 
The way that I have been
[Refrain]
G                        A 
Spending my nights in a bar room, Lord 
D                        G 
Turnin' them songs into two-by-fours 
A                               A 
Dreaming 'bout the day that I'm sitting by the fire 
A                                     D 
Huddlin' with my honey in the Country Squire
[Strophe]
           D 
Well tomorrow we hit the country music highway 
                    A 
On our way to Circleville 
      A7 
We're off to do some weekend warrin' 
                             D 
While we sing and drink our fill 
                 D 
And when I ain't out playing on my six-string 
                      A 
With the nickels I acquire 
    A7 
I'm trying to fix her up a castle 
                          D 
It's called the Country Squire
[Strophe]
       D 
It's a twenty-four-foot-long vessel 
                     A 
Measures eight feet wide 
       A7 
It's a fifty-three-year-old camper 
                    D 
It's made to pull behind 
          D 
And I've gutted to the studs and the rafters 
                                 A 
And I'm buildin' back piece by piece 
    A7 
I'm trying to fix her up a temple 
                         D 
My lady of the Estill Springs
[Refrain]
G                        A 
Spending my nights in a bar room, Lord 
D                       G 
Turnin' them songs into two-by-fours 
A                                A 
Dreaming 'bout the day that I'll sit by the fire 
A                                      D 
Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire
[Solo]
E B B7 x 2
[Strophe]
    E 
One day I aim to have myself a family 
                    B 
And a cabin on the hill 
      B7 
And I might have to come off of the highway 
                         E 
To help with the family bills 
             E 
But when the kids've got a little older 
                    B 
On the day that I retire 
     B7 
I'll take her somewhere warm for the winter 
                      E 
Pullin' our Country Squire
[Refrain]
A                       B 
Spending my nights in a bar room, Lord 
E                       A 
Turnin' them songs into two-by-fours 
B                                B 
Dreaming 'bout the day that I'll sit by the fire 
B                                      E 
Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire
[Outro]
B                                 B 
Dreaming 'bout the day that I'll sit by the fire 
B                                      E 
Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire