Delivery Man

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 E