Jimmy Buffett - Big Rig lyrics

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!"