Текст, перевод и аккорды “Big Rig”
- 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!"
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