Tyler Childers – Country Squire (Guitar)

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Well tonight I'm up in Chillicothe

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Down-wind from the paper mill

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I'm out here spittin' on the sidewalk

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Taking in the factory smells

      D
And I know she tends to smoke 'em out the window

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In the air of that gas pipe leak

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I wonder if she's cringin' at the same time

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Thinking pretty thoughts of me

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I was up for hours this morning

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Pulling traps before I said goodbye

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I plan to tan myself a fox hide

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And hang it on my darling bride

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'Cause they tell me that it's gonna be a big one

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And the snow is settin' in

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And I don't want her cold while I ain't at home

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The way that I have been

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Spending my nights in a bar room, Lord

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Turnin' them songs into two-by-fours

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Dreaming 'bout the day that I'm sitting by the fire

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Huddlin' with my honey in the Country Squire

           D
Well tomorrow we hit the country music highway

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On our way to Circleville

      A7
We're off to do some weekend warrin'

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While we sing and drink our fill

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And when I ain't out playing on my six-string

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With the nickels I acquire

    A7
I'm trying to fix her up a castle

                          D
It's called the Country Squire

       D
It's a twenty-four-foot-long vessel

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Measures eight feet wide

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It's a fifty-three-year-old camper

                    D
It's made to pull behind

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And I've gutted to the studs and the rafters

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And I'm buildin' back piece by piece

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I'm trying to fix her up a temple

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My lady of the Estill Springs

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Spending my nights in a bar room, Lord

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Turnin' them songs into two-by-fours

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

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Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire

    E
One day I aim to have myself a family

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And a cabin on the hill

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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

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On the day that I retire

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I'll take her somewhere warm for the winter

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Pullin' our Country Squire

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Spending my nights in a bar room, Lord

E                       A
Turnin' them songs into two-by-fours

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

B                                      E
Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire

B                                 B
Dreaming 'bout the day that I'll sit by the fire

B                                      E
Huddled with my honey in our Country Squire