It was mornin' when I left Alabama   I must a been around in mid July   Well I got behind a chicken truck from Georgia   And the feathers were a fallin' like snow out of the sky      I couldn't get up speed enough to pass him   And a funny smell was a gettin' close to me   Somethin' keeps on messin' up my windshield   And the further I go the harder it gets to see      Chicken Truck, Chicken Truck, behind it I'm stuck   Chicken Truck, Chicken Truck, ain't it just my luck   Chicken Truck on Highway 65   Well the hens are a squawkin', the roosters are a crowin'   He's a slowin' me down when I need to keep goin'    Chicken Truck on Highway 65      He slowed down and I finally got around him   On a big long hill just south of Tennessee   He had a box of Colonial Sanders on his dashboard   He was eatin' fried chicken and throwin' the bones on me      Chicken Truck, Chicken Truck, behind it I'm stuck   Chicken Truck, Chicken Truck, ain't it just my luck   Chicken Truck on Highway 65   Well the hens are a squawkin', the roosters are a crowin'   He's a slowin' me down when I need to keep goin'    Chicken Truck on Highway 65