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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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