Chicken Truck (feat. John Anderson)

Well, it was morning when I left Alabama It must been around mid July When I got behind a chicken truck from Georgia And the feathers were falling like snow out of the sky I couldn't get up to speed enough to pass him And a funny smell was a-getting close to me And something keeps on messing up my windshield And the further I go the harder it gets to see A chicken truck, chicken truck Behind it I'm stuck Chicken truck, chicken truck Just my luck Chicken truck on Highway 65 Well, the hen are swapping and the roosters are crowing He's a-slowing me down, but I need to keep going Chicken truck on the Highway 65 Oh, put that pedal down, son They slow down I finally got around him On a big long hill just 'side the Tennessee He had a box of Colonel Sanders on the dashboard He was eating fried chicken and a thorn the bombs on me A chicken truck, chicken truck Behind it I'm stuck Chicken truck, chicken truck Just my luck Chicken truck on Highway 65 Well, the hens are swapping and the roosters are crowing He's just slowing me down, but I need to keep going Chicken truck on Highway 65 Oh, get out of the way, man Chicken truck, chicken truck Behind it I'm stuck Chicken truck, chicken truck Darn, just my luck Chicken truck, chicken truck Who's driving that truck, Shane? Chicken truck, chicken truck John, I have no idea Chicken truck, chicken truck Hey, you know perhaps that's Dale Ha-ha-ha Who? A chicken truck, chicken truck A chicken truck, chicken truck A chicken truck, chicken truck