Big Rig |
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Big Rig Lyrics |
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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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