Chicken Truck

Well it was mornin' when

I left Alabama

It must have been around in

Mid July I got behind a chicken truck from

Georgia And the feathers were a flyin' like snow out of the sky

I couldn't get up the speed enough to pass him

And a funny smell was a gettin' close to me

And somethin' keeps on messing up my windsheild

And the farther

I go the harder it get's to see

Chicken truck chicken truck behind it

I'm stuck

Chicken truck chicken truck it's just my luck chicken truck on

Highway 65

Well the hens are a sqaukin' and the roosters are a crowin'

Slowin' me down when

I need to get goin' chicken truck on

Highway 65 [ guitar ]

He slowed down and

I tried to drive around him

On a big long hill just south of

Tennesee He had a box of

Colonel Sander's on his dashboard

And he was eatin' fried chicken and throwin' his bones on me

Chicken truck chicken truck...

Chicken truck chicken truck...