Jimmy Buffett - Big Rig текст песни

By: g. taylor

1975

If I was a road dog baby

All o my songs were true

Reckon Id like my whiskey drinkin

A whole lot more than I do

But I dont know about the good life baby

Not so sure its for me

Id 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

Theres a whole lotta good lookin women out there

Who think I am a star

Drinkin and a snortin

Aint really where I am

If I had my own two ways

Id 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 Ill be better

My ramblin daysll be through

I wont have any more gigs to play

Ill be back home there with you

But meanwhile, wait a minute

Whats that thing I see

Its a good lookin blonde with a bottle of scotch

And she wants to go home with me

Shes 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 Ill be home in a few days baby"

"have I been good? "

"ive been great!"

"whoa!"