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!" Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com