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!"