Well, it was mornin' when I left Alabama And it must have been around 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 gettin' close to me And somethin' keeps on messin' up my windshield And the farther I go the harder it get's to see, I say Ya, chicken truck chicken truck behind it I'm stuck Chicken truck chicken truck it's just my luck Chicken truck on Highway 65, yeah Well the hen's are a squakin' and the roosters are a crowin' Ya, chicken truck chicken truck behind it I'm stuck Chicken truck chicken truck it's just my luck Chicken truck on Highway 65, yeah Well the hen's are a squakin' and the roosters are a crowin' He slow me down when I need to get goin' Chicken truck on Highway 65