Wagon Wheel

Headin' down South to the land of the pines I'm thumbin' my way into North Carolina Starin' up the road and pray to God I see headlights I made it down the Coast in 17 hours Pickin' me a bouquet of dogwood flowers And I'm a-hopin' for Raileigh, I can see my baby tonight So rock me mamma like a wagon wheel Rock me mamma anyway you feel Hey, mamma rock me Rock me mamma like the wind and the rain Rock me mamma like a South-bound train Hey, mamma rock me ... Runnin' 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 keeps a-gettin' me down Lost my money playin' poker, so I had to leave town But I ain't turnin' back to livin' that old life no more So rock me mamma like a wagon wheel Rock me mamma anyway you feel Hey, mamma rock me Yeah, rock me mamma like the wind and the rain Rock me mamma like a South-bound train Hey, mamma rock me ... Walkin' to the South out of Roanoke Caught a trucker at a Fillin', had a nice long talk But he's a-headin' West from the Cumberland gap To Johnson City, Tennessee I gotta get a move on, before the sun I hear my baby callin' my name, and I know that she's the only one And if I die in Raleigh atleast I will die free Oh, rock me mamma like a wagon wheel Rock me mamma anyway you feel Hey, mamma rock me Rock me mamma like the wind and the rain Rock me mamma like a South-bound train Hey, mamma rock me Rock me