Heading down south to the land of the pines
I'm thumbing my way into North Caroline
Staring up the road and pray to God I see headlights
I made it down the coast in 17 hours
Picking me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I'm a-hoping for Raleigh, I can see my baby tonight
So rock me, mama, like a wagon wheel
Rock me, mama, any way you feel
Hey, mama, rock me
Rock me, mama, like the wind and the rain
Rock me, mama, like a southbound train
Hey, mama, rock me
Running from the cold up in New England
I was born to be a fiddler in an old-time string band
My baby plays the guitar, I pick a banjo now
Oh, north-country winters keep a-getting me down
Lost my money playing poker, so I had to leave town
But I ain't turning back to living that old life no more
So rock me, mama, like a wagon wheel
Rock me, mama, any way you feel
Hey, mama, rock me
Yeah, rock me, mama, like the wind and the rain
Rock me, mama, like a southbound train
Hey, mama, rock me
Walking to the south out of Roanoke
I caught a trucker out of Philly, had a nice long toke
But he's a-headed west from the Cumberland gap
To Johnson City, Tennessee
And I got to get a move on before the sun
I hear my baby calling my name, and I know that she's the only one
And if I die in Raleigh, at least I will die free
So rock me, mama, like a wagon wheel
Rock me, mama, any way you feel
Hey, mama, rock me
Oh, rock me, mama, like the wind and the rain
Rock me, mama, like a southbound train
Hey, hey, mama, rock me, oh
So rock me, mama, like a wagon wheel
Rock me, mama, any way you feel (oh, I wanna feel)
Hey, hey, mama, rock me
Mama, rock me, mama, rock me
Rock me, mama, like the wind and the rain (oh)
Rock me, mama, like a southbound train
Hey, yeah-yeah, mama, rock me
You can rock me, rock me
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