Big Rig

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 do



But 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 tv



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



Now 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 star



Drinkin' 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 you



But 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 me



She'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 you



Ya 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!"




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