Big Rig - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

If I was a road dog, baby, all of 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

Big rig, baby, rollin' on home to you

Now I been to lots of 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

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

Yeah, 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

"Yeah, I'll be home in a few days, baby"

"Have I been good? I've been GREAT!"