| If I was a road dog, baby
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| All of my songs were true
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| Reckon' I’d like my whiskey drinkin'
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| a whole lot more than I do
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| But I don’t know about the good life, baby
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| Not so sure it’s for me
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| I’d much rather be home rollin' with you
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| Than watching Tom Snyder on TV
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| I wish I was a big rig
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| Rollin on home to you
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| I wish I was a big rig
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| Big rig baby, rollin' on home to you
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| Now I been to lots of parties
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| Spent my whole life in a bar
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| There’s a whole lot of good lookin' women out there
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| Who think I am a star
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| Drinkin' and a smokin' ain’t really where I am
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| If I had my own two ways I’d be rollin' home to Alabam
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| I wish I was a big rig
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| Rollin' on home to you
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| I wish I was a big rig
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| A big rig baby, rollin' on home to you
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| Now some day I’ll be better
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| My ramblin' days will be through
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| I won’t have anymore gigs to play
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| I’ll be back home there with you
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| But meanwhile wait a minute
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| What’s that thing I see
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| It’s a good lookin' woman with a bottle of Scotch
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| And she wants to go home with me
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| She’s lookin' like a big rig
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| Rollin' on home to you
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| I wish I was big rig, a big rig baby
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| Rollin' on home to you
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| I wish I was a big rig
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| Rollin' on home to you
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| I wish I was a big rig
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| Rollin' on home to you |