Big Rig lyrics
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 Id 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 Aint really where I am If I had my own two ways Id 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 daysll be through I wont have any more gigs to play Ill be back home there with you But meanwhile, wait a minute What's that thing I see Its a good lookin blonde with a bottle of scotch And she wants to go home with me Shes 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? Ive been great! Whoa!
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