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!"