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 seventeen hours

 

Picking me a bouquet of dogwood flowers

 

And I'm a hopin' 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 a guitar, I pick a banjo now

 



Oh, north country winters keep a getting me

 

Now I lost my money playing poker so I had to up and leave

 

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

 



Rock me mama like the wind and the rain

 

Rock me mama like a southbound train

 

Hey mama rock me

 



Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke

 

I caught a trucker out of Philly, had a nice long toke

 

But he's a heading west from the Cumberland Gap

 

To Johnson City, Tennessee

 



And I gotta 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 died 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

 



Rock me mama like the wind and the rain

 

Rock me mama like a southbound train

 

Hey mama rock me