By: g. taylor
1975
If I was a road dog baby
All o' my songs were true
Reckon I'd like my whiskey drinkin'
A whole lot more than I doBut I don't know about the good life baby
Not so sure it's for me
I'd much rather be home rollin' with you
Than watchin' tom snyder on tvI wish I was a big rig
Rollin' on home to you
I wish I was a big rig
A big rig baby
Rollin' on home to youNow I been to lots o' parties
Spent my whole life in a bar
There's a whole lotta good lookin' women out there
Who think I am a starDrinkin' and a snortin'
Ain't really where I am
If I had my own two ways
I'd be rollin' home to alabam'I wish I was a big rig
Rollin' on home to you
I wish I was a big rig
A big rig baby
Rollin' on home to you-- spoken: "ah, go fingers, ya!"Now some day I'll be better
My ramblin' days'll be through
I won't have any more gigs to play
I'll be back home there with youBut meanwhile, wait a minute
What's that thing I see
It's a good lookin' blonde with a bottle of scotch
And she wants to go home with meShe's lookin' like a big rig
Rollin' on home to you
I wish I was a big rig
A big rig baby
Rollin' on home to youYa I wish I was a big rig
Rollin' on home to you
Wish I was a big rig
A big rig baby
Rollin' on home to you-- spoken:
"ya I'll be home in a few days baby"
"have I been good? "
"i've been great!"
"whoa!"