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 skyI couldn't get up the speed enough to pass 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 sayYa, 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 yeahAnd 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