Chicken Truck

It was mornin' when I left Alabama I must a been around in mid July Well I got behind a chicken truck from Georgia And the feathers were a fallin' like snow out of the sky I couldn't get up speed enough to pa*s him And a funny smell was a gettin' close to me Somethin' keeps on messin' up my windshield And the further I go the harder it gets to see Chicken Truck, Chicken Truck, behind it I'm stuck Chicken Truck, Chicken Truck, ain't it just my luck Chicken Truck on Highway 65 Well the hens are a squawkin', the roosters are a crowin' He's a slowin' me down when I need to keep goin' Chicken Truck on Highway 65 He slowed down and I finally got around him On a big long hill just south of Tennessee He had a box of Colonial Sanders on his dashboard He was eatin' fried chicken and throwin' the bones on me Chicken Truck, Chicken Truck, behind it I'm stuck Chicken Truck, Chicken Truck, ain't it just my luck Chicken Truck on Highway 65 Well the hens are a squawkin', the roosters are a crowin' He's a slowin' me down when I need to keep goin' Chicken Truck on Highway 65