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 pass 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

[ guitar ]

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...