Karaoké Chicken Truck 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 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 gets to see

Chicken truck, chicken truck behind it I'm stuck

Chicken truck, chicken truck it's just my luck

Chicken truck on Highway sixty-five

Well the hens are a-sqaukin' and the roosters are a-crowin'

Things are slowin' me down when I need to keep goin'

Chicken truck on Highway sixty-five

Well he slowed down and

I finally got around him on a big long hill just south of Tennesee

He had a box of Colonel

Sander's on his dashboard

Well he was eatin' fried chicken and a-throwin' his bones on me

Chicken truck, chicken truck behind it I'm stuck

Chicken truck, chicken truck just my luck

Chicken truck on Highway sixty-five

Well the hens are a-sqaukin' and the roosters are a-crowin'

He's a-slowin' me down when I need to keep goin'

Chicken truck on Highway sixty-five

Chicken truck, chicken truck behind it I'm stuck

Or it's just my luck

Yeah

Oh, that figures

Keep on turkeying