Big Rig Songtext
von 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!"