Tekster: Jimmy Buffett. Havana Daydreamin'. Big Rig.

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 watching 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 lot of good lookin' women out there
Who think I am a star
Drinkin' and a smokin' 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 will be through
I won't have anymore 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' woman 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 big rig, a big rig baby
Rollin' on home to you
I wish I was a big rig
Rollin' on home to you
I wish I was a big rig
Rollin' on home to you