Capo 3rd Fret
(Verse)
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
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I'm rumbling outta town 'cross the West side tracks
Driving my pa's flat bed with a load of chickens in the back
I'm a little illegal but I ain't on fire
I got them hens tied down with rope and chicken wire
Up in the cab me and Wilson we gotta shout
Between the noise from the engine and them chickens squawking all about
There's a low bridge coming up on 105
And if we don't make it man them feathers gonna fly, yeah
I took a hard turn just South of the Kokomo, our rope
Gave out, my load shifted, we was all over the road
Pens busting on the blacktop, chickens scattering all about
Running hellbent 'cross the highway, getting turned inside out
By the local commuters at sixty miles per hour
In five minutes it was all over, except for the flowers
Well that flatbed was sideways in a drainage ditch
There weren't no way she was moving without a crane and a hitch
When the highway patrol came in and set up a block
We was chasing some survivors 'cross the parking lot
Well I stood up and checked our situation at hand
Lord don't let me spend my life as a delivery man
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