Lyric 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!"