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!"