Chicken Truck

Well, it was mornin' when I left Alabama

And it must have been around 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 gettin' close to me

And somethin' keeps on messin' 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 hen's are a squakin' and the roosters are a crowin'

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 hen's are a squakin' and the roosters are a crowin'

He slow me down when I need to get goin'

Chicken truck on Highway 65