E
I’m rumblin' out of town

Cross the west side tracks

Driving my pa's flatbed with

A load of chickens in the back
      A
I’m a little illegal but I ain't on fire
           B
I got them hens tied down with a rope and chicken wire
          E
Up in the cab me and Wilson ain't got a shot

Between the noise from the engine

And them chickens sqwaking all about
          A
There's a low bridge coming up on 105
       B                                            E
And if we don't make it man them feathers gonna fly


E
Now Wilson ain't bad looking cept he's kind of shy

And I got him a girl in rails tonight
         A
Well she goes by the name of Beverly Jean
          E
She's got eyes like a jack rabbit

Staring dead in your high beams
       B
On her Bureau the world trade centers glow
         E
When she turns em upside down

Well they're covered in snow
    A                           E
All Wilson says is I don't know Wayne I don't know

E
I took a hard turn just south of the kokomo

Our rope gave out my load shfted

We was all over the road
     A
Pens bustin on the blacktop chickens scattered all about
        E
Running hellbent cross the highway getting turned inside out
       B
By the local commuters at sixty mile per hour

In five minutes it was all over except for the flowers

E
Well that flatbed was sideways in a drainage ditch

There wasn't no way she was moving

Without a crane and a hitch
         A
When the higway patrol came in and setup a road block
       E
We was chasing some survivors cross the parking lot
             B
Well I stood up and checked the situation at hand
                  E                  A        E
Lord don't let me spend my life as a delivery man