Pick up a load of chickens just outside of Pickens Gotta get them down to Mississippi
It's a six hour drive but I'll make it in five If the traffic and the wind are with me
But she sent me a picture got my ticker beatin' quick Said you better make it home tonight
Good God Almighty, look out behind me, feathers are gonna fly
* So come on highway, gotta get there fast Got the pedal to the floorboard
Smoke pourin' out the stacks My baby's waitin' on me So I gotta get back
Boss man's got me haulin' chickens But she's got me haulin' ass
I crossed that Alabama line making better time Than a big big ship been making
Oh cock-a-doodle-doo, you do what you gotta do When your woman's at home waiting
Now these 18 tires might all catch fire But I'm throwing this hammer down
Gonna keep on trucking, when it comes to her loving I ain't clucking around
