Chicken Truck

Well, it was morning when I left Alabama

It must have around in mid July

I got behind a chicken truck from Georgia

And the feathers was 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 something keeps on messing up my windshield

And the farther I go, the harder it gets to see

Chicken truck, chicken truck, behind it, I'm stuck

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

Chicken truck (Chicken truck) on Highway 65

Well, the hens are a squakin', and the roasters are crowin'

He is slowin' me down when to keep goin'

Chicken truck, on Highway 65

Well, he slowed down and I finally got around him

On a big long hill just south of Tennessee

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, behind it, I'm stuck

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

Chicken truck (Chicken truck) on Highway 65

Well, the hens are a squakin', and the roasters are crowin'

He is slowin' me down when to keep goin'

Chicken truck, on Highway 65

Chicken truck, chicken truck, behind it, I'm stuck

(Chicken truck, chicken truck) God, it's just my luck

Chicken truck, chicken truck (Yeah)

Chicken truck, chicken truck (Ah, yeah)

Chicken truck, chicken truck

Chicken truck, chicken truck