Well tonight I'm up in Chillicothe
Downwind from the papermill
I'm out here spittin' on the sidewalk
Taking in the factory smells
Heaven knows, she tends to smokin' out the window
In the air 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 mornin'
Pullin' traps 'ore I said goodbye
I plan to tan myself a fox hide
And hang it on the darlin' 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
Spendin' my nights in a bar room, Lord
Turnin' them songs into two-by-fours
Dreamin' 'bout the day that I'm sittin' by the fire
Huddled with my honey in her 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 playin' on my six-string
With the nickels I acquire
I'm tryin' 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 tryin' to fix her up a temple
My Lady of the Estill Springs
Spendin' my nights in a bar room, Lord
Turnin' them songs into two-by-fours
Dreamin' 'bout the day that I'm sittin' by the fire
Huddled with my honey in her Country Squire
And 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
Spendin' my nights in a bar room, Lord
Turnin' them songs into two-by-fours
Dreamin' 'bout the day that I'm sittin' by the fire
Huddled with my honey in her Country Squire
Dreamin' 'bout the day that I'm sittin' by the fire
Huddled with my honey in her Country Squire
Tyler Childers - Country Squire Album Lyrics
Tyler Childers - Country Squire Lyrics
Writer: Timothy Tyler Childers
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Bus Route
This is where we dropped off the prettiest little girl
Same grade as me
Tried to kiss her once in the aisle of the bus
And she walked right over me
Face-down in the gum on the floor
I was hopin' that she'd change her mind
But I swear as she walked down the stairs
She didn't even wave goodbye
Didn't even wave goodbye
Ray Dixon didn't take no lip
He'd kick you right off the bus
Stop by your house on the way out of the holler
And tell your momma where you was
He didn't need no driver's aid
To keep a bunch of kids in line
All he needed was a glare in the mirror
And a paddle that he carved from pine
Blisterin' punk kids alive, aw, blisterin'
This is where we dropped off the prettiest little girl
Same grade as me
I held onto hope for eight long years
And by the time that I turned sixteen
I wasn't awkward, I was a real smooth talker
With my very own pickup truck
I'd take her home and if her parents weren't around
She'd bring me in and give me some
Bring me in and give me some
Safe to say nowadays ol' Ray
Coudln't keep a route very long
And I'm glad the little girl's dad
Never found out what was goin' on
I know he'd've kill me in a minute
And he wouldn't have left no trace
Hogs'll eat about anything you give 'em
And they don't let nothin' go to waste
Don't let nothin' go to waste
This is where we dropped off the prettiest little girl
Same grade as me
Same grade as me
Tried to kiss her once in the aisle of the bus
And she walked right over me
Face-down in the gum on the floor
I was hopin' that she'd change her mind
But I swear as she walked down the stairs
She didn't even wave goodbye
Didn't even wave goodbye
Ray Dixon didn't take no lip
He'd kick you right off the bus
Stop by your house on the way out of the holler
And tell your momma where you was
He didn't need no driver's aid
To keep a bunch of kids in line
All he needed was a glare in the mirror
And a paddle that he carved from pine
Blisterin' punk kids alive, aw, blisterin'
This is where we dropped off the prettiest little girl
Same grade as me
I held onto hope for eight long years
And by the time that I turned sixteen
I wasn't awkward, I was a real smooth talker
With my very own pickup truck
I'd take her home and if her parents weren't around
She'd bring me in and give me some
Bring me in and give me some
Safe to say nowadays ol' Ray
Coudln't keep a route very long
And I'm glad the little girl's dad
Never found out what was goin' on
I know he'd've kill me in a minute
And he wouldn't have left no trace
Hogs'll eat about anything you give 'em
And they don't let nothin' go to waste
Don't let nothin' go to waste
This is where we dropped off the prettiest little girl
Same grade as me
Writer: Timothy Tyler Childers
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Creeker
In a small corner bar he sits there a-drinkin'
Lost as a ball in a field full of corn
Further away than he ever imagined
That he'd ever end up from the place he was born
Now no more forlorn as the Creeker drank whiskey
Than the one that you see outside of your eye
Drinkin' alone as he looks out the window
At all of the strangers on the corner outside
He'd rather be dead
Than alive one more minute
In this godforsaken town
When he was a kid
Lord, he'd never have dreamt it
All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down
Now they knew not his name and he knew not their faces
And he knew not the how nor the reason for why
You could ever wake up and wanna keep on livin'
In a place where a friend is such a hard thing to find
And for everyone you meet there's a whole mess of people
Tryin' like hell to pull you on down
To the level they're on and the trouble they're tendin'
In the mess that they've made, in the gutter they found
And he'd rather be dead
Than alive one more minute
In this godforsaken town
When he was a kid
Lord, he'd never have dreamt it
All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down
Some fellas do drugs and things of that nature
Some fellas chase girls to hang on their arm
Some fellas get by on practically nothin'
Some fellas get pissed in a small corner bar
And they'd rather be dead
Than alive one more minute
In this godforsaken town
When they were all kids
Lord, they'd never have dreamt it
All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down
Lost as a ball in a field full of corn
Further away than he ever imagined
That he'd ever end up from the place he was born
Now no more forlorn as the Creeker drank whiskey
Than the one that you see outside of your eye
Drinkin' alone as he looks out the window
At all of the strangers on the corner outside
He'd rather be dead
Than alive one more minute
In this godforsaken town
When he was a kid
Lord, he'd never have dreamt it
All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down
Now they knew not his name and he knew not their faces
And he knew not the how nor the reason for why
You could ever wake up and wanna keep on livin'
In a place where a friend is such a hard thing to find
And for everyone you meet there's a whole mess of people
Tryin' like hell to pull you on down
To the level they're on and the trouble they're tendin'
In the mess that they've made, in the gutter they found
And he'd rather be dead
Than alive one more minute
In this godforsaken town
When he was a kid
Lord, he'd never have dreamt it
All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down
Some fellas do drugs and things of that nature
Some fellas chase girls to hang on their arm
Some fellas get by on practically nothin'
Some fellas get pissed in a small corner bar
And they'd rather be dead
Than alive one more minute
In this godforsaken town
When they were all kids
Lord, they'd never have dreamt it
All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down
Writer: Timothy Tyler Childers
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Gemini
If he knows how it feels to be beginnin' and the end
I reckon he knows the feelin' 'tween the now and then
I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place, friend
Lord, won't you help me carry my load?
I borrowed me a hammer, I swung it for a dime
I got to where I finally could afford me mine
But in between the swingin' and the idle time
I got to thinkin' heavy on the road
Now I'm hid out in the upper room
With walls so thin I could bust right through
Give all my buddies a ramblin' to
About things that really blows my mind
Back when I was younger, didn't have a clue
Come to think of it, I still doubt I do
But every now and then I get to thinkin'
"You know, I've got it all worked out"
I used to take my time and burn it in a bong
Iced down with the lights turned off
Somethin' in my speakers I can ponder on
Somethin' I can mull around
Now I'm lit up like a Christmas tree
Check one-two, can y'all hear me?
The sights are somethin' but they ain't for free
Lookin' and I'm wired for sound
The road goes on forever, party 'til ten
Too run forever if you never let it end
A got a part of me that's wonderin' when
I'll finally kick the urge to roam
Part of me just wants to live forever on the road
Splittin' down the middle, shed my southpaw home
And if she gets to askin' tell her you don't rightly know
What happened to the rest of me
Aw, weep no more, girl don't cry
Hellfire, you married you a Gemini
This is the half of him you always liked
Lookie here, his heart still beats
I reckon he knows the feelin' 'tween the now and then
I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place, friend
Lord, won't you help me carry my load?
I borrowed me a hammer, I swung it for a dime
I got to where I finally could afford me mine
But in between the swingin' and the idle time
I got to thinkin' heavy on the road
Now I'm hid out in the upper room
With walls so thin I could bust right through
Give all my buddies a ramblin' to
About things that really blows my mind
Back when I was younger, didn't have a clue
Come to think of it, I still doubt I do
But every now and then I get to thinkin'
"You know, I've got it all worked out"
I used to take my time and burn it in a bong
Iced down with the lights turned off
Somethin' in my speakers I can ponder on
Somethin' I can mull around
Now I'm lit up like a Christmas tree
Check one-two, can y'all hear me?
The sights are somethin' but they ain't for free
Lookin' and I'm wired for sound
The road goes on forever, party 'til ten
Too run forever if you never let it end
A got a part of me that's wonderin' when
I'll finally kick the urge to roam
Part of me just wants to live forever on the road
Splittin' down the middle, shed my southpaw home
And if she gets to askin' tell her you don't rightly know
What happened to the rest of me
Aw, weep no more, girl don't cry
Hellfire, you married you a Gemini
This is the half of him you always liked
Lookie here, his heart still beats
Writer: Timothy Tyler Childers
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
House Fire
You can set my house on fire, baby
You can turn it into cinder and smoke
'Cause this house is mighty cold and I feel like
Melting all the snow away
You see these boots I'm wearing
They're tough enough to go
And they will take many a road to reach you
Honey, won't you light the way
You can set my house on fire, baby
You can turn it into cinder and smoke
'Cause this house is mighty cold and I feel like
Melting all the snow away
You see this train I'm riding
It's burnin' up the coal
And its wheels are bound to roll right by you
Honey, won't you jump my train
You can set my house on fire, baby
You can turn it into cinder and smoke
'Cause this house is mighty cold and I feel like
Melting all the snow away
You can set my house on fire, baby
You can turn it into cinder and smoke
'Cause this house is mighty cold and I feel like
Melting all the snow away
You can set my house on fire, baby
You can turn it into cinder and smoke
'Cause this house is mighty cold and I feel like
Melting all the snow away
You see these boots I'm wearing
They're tough enough to go
And they will take many a road to reach you
Honey, won't you light the way
You can set my house on fire, baby
You can turn it into cinder and smoke
'Cause this house is mighty cold and I feel like
Melting all the snow away
You see this train I'm riding
It's burnin' up the coal
And its wheels are bound to roll right by you
Honey, won't you jump my train
You can set my house on fire, baby
You can turn it into cinder and smoke
'Cause this house is mighty cold and I feel like
Melting all the snow away
You can set my house on fire, baby
You can turn it into cinder and smoke
'Cause this house is mighty cold and I feel like
Melting all the snow away
You can set my house on fire, baby
Writer: Tyler Childers
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Everlovin Hand
They got my favorite lotion here
Something in a hotel I admire
I got the pictures that you sent me
How they fill me with desire
Tonight we've all got our own rooms
I'm about to burn mine down
Because I miss you somethin' fierce
In this quaint New England town
I read the texts you whispered plain
Everything you aim to do
Sure do like the way you think
That's the way I'm thinking too
I see it play out in my mind
You and I unite as one
The van don't leave 'til 10 A.M
And we've only just begun
This one here goes out to you
Lord wherever you may be
When you're reaching for a fruit
I pray you'll fondly think of me
It gets so hard out on the road
But I'm going alone because I'm your man
I have got you on my mind
And my ever loving hand
For a moment you were here
Moment passed and you were gone
Didn't even clean the mess
That you clearly helped to cause
When the boys asked how I slept
I'll just look 'em in the eye
Tell them all you'd come to visit
I didn't get a wink of sleep last night
This one here goes out to you
Lord wherever you may be
When you're reaching for a fruit
I pray you'll fondly think of me
It gets so hard out on the road
But I'm going alone because I'm your man
I have got you on my mind
And my ever loving hand
It gets so hard out on the road
But I'm going alone because I'm your man
I have got you on my mind
And my ever loving hand
Something in a hotel I admire
I got the pictures that you sent me
How they fill me with desire
Tonight we've all got our own rooms
I'm about to burn mine down
Because I miss you somethin' fierce
In this quaint New England town
I read the texts you whispered plain
Everything you aim to do
Sure do like the way you think
That's the way I'm thinking too
I see it play out in my mind
You and I unite as one
The van don't leave 'til 10 A.M
And we've only just begun
This one here goes out to you
Lord wherever you may be
When you're reaching for a fruit
I pray you'll fondly think of me
It gets so hard out on the road
But I'm going alone because I'm your man
I have got you on my mind
And my ever loving hand
For a moment you were here
Moment passed and you were gone
Didn't even clean the mess
That you clearly helped to cause
When the boys asked how I slept
I'll just look 'em in the eye
Tell them all you'd come to visit
I didn't get a wink of sleep last night
This one here goes out to you
Lord wherever you may be
When you're reaching for a fruit
I pray you'll fondly think of me
It gets so hard out on the road
But I'm going alone because I'm your man
I have got you on my mind
And my ever loving hand
It gets so hard out on the road
But I'm going alone because I'm your man
I have got you on my mind
And my ever loving hand
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Peace Of Mind
He drinks orange juice and vodka
In the basement while she's talking
To someone long distance
For hours and hours on end
And as he's slowly sippin'
He thinks about his children
And the heart attacks
That youngest daughter's always giving him
He ain't smoked no marijuana
Since he got on with the railroad
And he's been on with the railroad
For a long and lonesome while
But the day that he retires
He'll smoke himself to China
He'll leave behind his worries
As he's racing through the sky
The days are dark down in the holler
Waitin' for the sun to shine
On the back you have been breakin'
Tryin' to earn peace of mind
She sells Avon to her buddies
And saves a little money
On the makeup she's been usin'
To hide away the years
And she sits and watches TV
Usually every evening
If there ain't some kind of ballgame
That her daughter has to cheer
She sneaks menthols in the mornin'
While her family's still snorin'
And as she burns the Eggo's
She looks back at her life
That heart she broke in high school
He's singing on the Opry
She wonders what the hell
That she was thinkin' at the time
The days are dark down in the holler
Waitin' for the sun to shine
On the back you have been breakin'
Tryin' to earn peace of mind
Their youngest daughter Stella
She's running with this fella
That he cannot stand the thought of
That he surely does despise
He's told her he best never
See the two of them together
But it's hard to keep an eye on her
When you're workin' all the time
There are things he needs to tend to
And the bills the bank keeps sendin'
Lord, the zeros on the end
Keep pushing further to the right
Like a freight train haulin' sorrow
And movin' ever onward
Through the tunnel of forever
To the never endin' light
In the basement while she's talking
To someone long distance
For hours and hours on end
And as he's slowly sippin'
He thinks about his children
And the heart attacks
That youngest daughter's always giving him
He ain't smoked no marijuana
Since he got on with the railroad
And he's been on with the railroad
For a long and lonesome while
But the day that he retires
He'll smoke himself to China
He'll leave behind his worries
As he's racing through the sky
The days are dark down in the holler
Waitin' for the sun to shine
On the back you have been breakin'
Tryin' to earn peace of mind
She sells Avon to her buddies
And saves a little money
On the makeup she's been usin'
To hide away the years
And she sits and watches TV
Usually every evening
If there ain't some kind of ballgame
That her daughter has to cheer
She sneaks menthols in the mornin'
While her family's still snorin'
And as she burns the Eggo's
She looks back at her life
That heart she broke in high school
He's singing on the Opry
She wonders what the hell
That she was thinkin' at the time
The days are dark down in the holler
Waitin' for the sun to shine
On the back you have been breakin'
Tryin' to earn peace of mind
Their youngest daughter Stella
She's running with this fella
That he cannot stand the thought of
That he surely does despise
He's told her he best never
See the two of them together
But it's hard to keep an eye on her
When you're workin' all the time
There are things he needs to tend to
And the bills the bank keeps sendin'
Lord, the zeros on the end
Keep pushing further to the right
Like a freight train haulin' sorrow
And movin' ever onward
Through the tunnel of forever
To the never endin' light
Writer: Timothy Tyler Childers
Copyright: Lyrics © DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
All Yourn
Driving through the roadwork
Oh the work they took forever on
The road cones blur like memories
Of the miles we shared between
The place you learned to say your prayers
The place I took to praying
Loading in and breaking down
My road dog, door deal dreams
Long before we ever met
I made up my direction
Long before I knew the half
Of half I'm sure of now
Though I'd say, it ain't the way that you'd a gone about it
Follow me and lead me on, and never let me down
So I'll love ya 'til my lungs give out
I ain't lying
I'm all your'n and you're all mine
There ain't two ways around it
There ain't no trying 'bout it
I'm all your'n and you're all mine
Fried morels and fine hotels and all that in the middle
Every bite, and curtain drawn, I wanna taste with you
The goddess in my Days Inn pen
The muse I ain't refusing
The part of me that ain't around
I'm always talking to
So I'll love ya 'til my lungs give out
I ain't lying
I'm all your'n and you're all mine
There ain't two ways around it
There ain't no trying 'bout it
I'm all your'n and you're all mine
So I'll love ya 'til my lungs give out
I ain't lying
I'm all your'n and you're all mine
There ain't two ways around it
There ain't no trying 'bout it
I'm all your'n and you're all mine
No there ain't two ways around it
There ain't no trying 'bout it
I'm all your'n and you're all mine
Oh the work they took forever on
The road cones blur like memories
Of the miles we shared between
The place you learned to say your prayers
The place I took to praying
Loading in and breaking down
My road dog, door deal dreams
Long before we ever met
I made up my direction
Long before I knew the half
Of half I'm sure of now
Though I'd say, it ain't the way that you'd a gone about it
Follow me and lead me on, and never let me down
So I'll love ya 'til my lungs give out
I ain't lying
I'm all your'n and you're all mine
There ain't two ways around it
There ain't no trying 'bout it
I'm all your'n and you're all mine
Fried morels and fine hotels and all that in the middle
Every bite, and curtain drawn, I wanna taste with you
The goddess in my Days Inn pen
The muse I ain't refusing
The part of me that ain't around
I'm always talking to
So I'll love ya 'til my lungs give out
I ain't lying
I'm all your'n and you're all mine
There ain't two ways around it
There ain't no trying 'bout it
I'm all your'n and you're all mine
So I'll love ya 'til my lungs give out
I ain't lying
I'm all your'n and you're all mine
There ain't two ways around it
There ain't no trying 'bout it
I'm all your'n and you're all mine
No there ain't two ways around it
There ain't no trying 'bout it
I'm all your'n and you're all mine
Writer: Timothy Tyler Childers
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Matthew
Works the night shift at the depot
With a pistol and a light
And he guards them rusted missiles
Countin' whitetail to pass the time
And he's worked there for a long while
Since he came home from overseas
Helpin' Kilcorn fight the good fight
And bring Baghdad to its knees
And it was hotter than the mountain
But it weren't so he couldn't stand
And it weren't so much the heat wave
Nearly as much as all the sand
Now his daddy, he's a lockman
With a good leg and a fake
That he got off of a buddy
And a shitshot that he made
And he worked them hands to splinters
And he raised them youngins right
On a little bit of scripture
And an acreage of paradise
And he'd go out on the weekends
And he played like Clarence White
Clarence, but had a real job
Picked the guitar when there was time
Keeps a trap line in the winter
Keeps a line wet in the spring
On a lock wall fishin' muskie
With his eldest and Steve
And they swap tales about their raisin'
And they tell the office lies
And they go home when they've the notion
And the muskie quit bitin'
With a pistol and a light
And he guards them rusted missiles
Countin' whitetail to pass the time
And he's worked there for a long while
Since he came home from overseas
Helpin' Kilcorn fight the good fight
And bring Baghdad to its knees
And it was hotter than the mountain
But it weren't so he couldn't stand
And it weren't so much the heat wave
Nearly as much as all the sand
Now his daddy, he's a lockman
With a good leg and a fake
That he got off of a buddy
And a shitshot that he made
And he worked them hands to splinters
And he raised them youngins right
On a little bit of scripture
And an acreage of paradise
And he'd go out on the weekends
And he played like Clarence White
Clarence, but had a real job
Picked the guitar when there was time
Keeps a trap line in the winter
Keeps a line wet in the spring
On a lock wall fishin' muskie
With his eldest and Steve
And they swap tales about their raisin'
And they tell the office lies
And they go home when they've the notion
And the muskie quit bitin'
Writer: Timothy Tyler Childers
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Country Squire is the third studio album by American country musician Tyler Childers.
Recorded at the Butcher Shoppe in Nashville, the album was produced by Sturgill Simpson and was released on August 2, 2019, through Childers' own Hickman Holler label
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Tyler ChildersRecorded at the Butcher Shoppe in Nashville, the album was produced by Sturgill Simpson and was released on August 2, 2019, through Childers' own Hickman Holler label
Genre(s): Country
Producer(s): Sturgill Simpson, David R. Ferguson
Length: 35:10
Released: August 2nd, 2019
Year: 2019