CHICKEN TRUCK
Recorded by John Anderson
Written by Ervan James Parker, Monroe Fields & John Anderson

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 was a-flyin' like snow out of the sky.

I couldn't get up the speed enough to pass him,
And a funny smell was a-gettin' close to me,
And somethin' keeps on messin' up my windshield,
And the further I go, the harder it gets to see.

CHORUS: Chicken truck, chicken truck, behind it I'm stuck.
Chicken truck, chicken truck, it's just my luck,
Chicken truck, chicken truck, on Highway Sixty-Five.
Well, the hens are a-squawkin' and the roosters are a-crowin'.
He's a-slowin' me down when I need to keep goin',
Chicken truck on Highway Sixty-Five.

Then he slowed down and I fin'lly got around him
On a big long hill just south of Tennessee.
He had a box of Colonel Sanders on his dashboard,
And he was eatin' fried chicken and a-throwin' the bones on me.

(Repeat chorus)