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[Intro]D[Estrofe]DWell tonight I'm up in ChillicotheADown-wind from the paper millA7I'm out here spittin' on the sidewalkDTaking in the factory smellsDAnd I know she tends to smoke 'em out the windowAIn the air of that gas pipe leakA7I wonder if she's cringin' at the same timeDThinking pretty thoughts of me[Estrofe]DI was up for hours this morningAPulling traps before I said goodbyeA7I plan to tan myself a fox hideDAnd hang it on my darling brideD'Cause they tell me that it's gonna be a big oneAAnd the snow is settin' inA7And I don't want her cold while I ain't at homeDThe way that I have been[Refrão]G ASpending my nights in a bar room, LordD GTurnin' them songs into two-by-foursA ADreaming 'bout the day that I'm sitting by the fireA DHuddlin' with my honey in the Country Squire[Estrofe]DWell tomorrow we hit the country music highwayAOn our way to CirclevilleA7We're off to do some weekend warrin'DWhile we sing and drink our fillDAnd when I ain't out playing on my six-stringAWith the nickels I acquireA7I'm trying to fix her up a castleDIt's called the Country Squire[Estrofe]DIt's a twenty-four-foot-long vesselAMeasures eight feet wideA7It's a fifty-three-year-old camperDIt's made to pull behindDAnd I've gutted to the studs and the raftersAAnd I'm buildin' back piece by pieceA7I'm trying to fix her up a templeDMy lady of the Estill Springs[Refrão]G ASpending my nights in a bar room, LordD GTurnin' them songs into two-by-foursA ADreaming 'bout the day that I'll sit by the fireA DHuddled with my honey in our Country Squire[Solo]E B B7 x 2[Estrofe]EOne day I aim to have myself a familyBAnd a cabin on the hillB7And I might have to come off of the highwayETo help with the family billsEBut when the kids've got a little olderBOn the day that I retireB7I'll take her somewhere warm for the winterEPullin' our Country Squire[Refrão]A BSpending my nights in a bar room, LordE ATurnin' them songs into two-by-foursB BDreaming 'bout the day that I'll sit by the fireB EHuddled with my honey in our Country Squire[Outro]B BDreaming 'bout the day that I'll sit by the fireB EHuddled with my honey in our Country Squire