Anderson John - Chicken Truck lyrics

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 pass 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

[Thanks to poplarjoefor lyrics]

[Thanks to Ervan James Parker Co-Writer for corrections]