Tom: E
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
