Wagon Wheel

Heading down south to the land of the pines
I’m thumbing my way into North Caroline
Staring up the road I pray to God I see headlights
I made down the coast in seventeen hours
Picking me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I’m 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 south bound 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, the 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 going back to living that old life no more

Walkin’ to the south out of Roanoke
I caught a trucker out of Philly, had a nice long toke
But he’s 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 die in Raleigh, at least I will die free