Chicken Truck

Well it was mornin' when I left Alabama And 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 pa*s him And a funny smell was a gettin' close to me And somethin' keeps on messing up my windshield And the farther I go the harder it get's to see, I say Ya, chicken truck chicken truck behind it I'm stuck Chicken truck chicken truck it's just my luck Chicken truck on Highway 65, yeah Well the hens are a sqaukin' and the roosters are a crowin' He slow me down when I need to get goin' Chicken truck on Highway 65, oh yeah And 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 Where he was eatin' fried chicken and throwin' his bones on me Ya, chicken truck chicken truck behind it I'm stuck Chicken truck chicken truck it's just my luck Chicken truck on Highway 65, yeah Well the hens are a sqaukin' and the roosters are a crowin' He slow me down when I need to get goin' Chicken truck on Highway 65