Chicken Truck (feat. John Anderson)
Well, it was morning when I left Alabama
It must been around mid July
When I got behind a chicken truck from Georgia
And the feathers were falling like snow out of the sky
I couldn't get up to speed enough to pass him
And a funny smell was a-getting close to me
And something keeps on messing up my windshield
And the further I go the harder it gets to see
A chicken truck, chicken truck
Behind it I'm stuck
Chicken truck, chicken truck
Just my luck
Chicken truck on Highway 65
Well, the hen are swapping and the roosters are crowing
He's a-slowing me down, but I need to keep going
Chicken truck on the Highway 65
Oh, put that pedal down, son
They slow down
I finally got around him
On a big long hill just 'side the Tennessee
He had a box of Colonel Sanders on the dashboard
He was eating fried chicken and a thorn the bombs on me
A chicken truck, chicken truck
Behind it I'm stuck
Chicken truck, chicken truck
Just my luck
Chicken truck on Highway 65
Well, the hens are swapping and the roosters are crowing
He's just slowing me down, but I need to keep going
Chicken truck on Highway 65
Oh, get out of the way, man
Chicken truck, chicken truck
Behind it I'm stuck
Chicken truck, chicken truck
Darn, just my luck
Chicken truck, chicken truck
Who's driving that truck, Shane?
Chicken truck, chicken truck
John, I have no idea
Chicken truck, chicken truck
Hey, you know perhaps that's Dale
Ha-ha-ha
Who?
A chicken truck, chicken truck
A chicken truck, chicken truck
A chicken truck, chicken truck
It must been around mid July
When I got behind a chicken truck from Georgia
And the feathers were falling like snow out of the sky
I couldn't get up to speed enough to pass him
And a funny smell was a-getting close to me
And something keeps on messing up my windshield
And the further I go the harder it gets to see
A chicken truck, chicken truck
Behind it I'm stuck
Chicken truck, chicken truck
Just my luck
Chicken truck on Highway 65
Well, the hen are swapping and the roosters are crowing
He's a-slowing me down, but I need to keep going
Chicken truck on the Highway 65
Oh, put that pedal down, son
They slow down
I finally got around him
On a big long hill just 'side the Tennessee
He had a box of Colonel Sanders on the dashboard
He was eating fried chicken and a thorn the bombs on me
A chicken truck, chicken truck
Behind it I'm stuck
Chicken truck, chicken truck
Just my luck
Chicken truck on Highway 65
Well, the hens are swapping and the roosters are crowing
He's just slowing me down, but I need to keep going
Chicken truck on Highway 65
Oh, get out of the way, man
Chicken truck, chicken truck
Behind it I'm stuck
Chicken truck, chicken truck
Darn, just my luck
Chicken truck, chicken truck
Who's driving that truck, Shane?
Chicken truck, chicken truck
John, I have no idea
Chicken truck, chicken truck
Hey, you know perhaps that's Dale
Ha-ha-ha
Who?
A chicken truck, chicken truck
A chicken truck, chicken truck
A chicken truck, chicken truck
Credits
Writer(s): John Vernon Anderson, Monroe Fields, Erven James Parker
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