Lyrics: Big Rig
Album: Havana Daydreamin’
Artist: Jimmy Buffett
 

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!"