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!