John Anderson - Chicken Truck lyrics

Well it was mornin' when I left Alabama 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** him And a funny smell was a gettin' close to me And somethin' keeps on messing up my windsheild And the farther I go the harder it get's to see Chicken truck chicken truck behind it I'm stuck Chicken truck chicken truck it's just my luck chicken truck on Highway 65 Well the hens are a sqaukin' and the roosters are a crowin' Slowin' me down when I need to get goin' chicken truck on Highway 65 He slowed down and I tried to drive around him On a big long hill just south of Tennesee He had a box of Colonel Sander's on his dashboard And he was eatin' fried chicken and throwin' his bones on me Chicken truck chicken truck... Chicken truck chicken truck...