wagon wheel

Heading down south to the land of the pines
Im 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 Im a-hopin for Raleigh,
I can see my baby tonight

So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey momma rock me

Rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey momma 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 down
Lost my money playing poker
so I had to leave town
But I aint turning back to living
that old life no more
So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey momma rock me

Rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey momma rock me

Walkin to the south out of Roanoke
I caught a trucker out of Philly
had a nice long toke
But hes 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 shes the only one
And if I died in Raleigh at least I will die free
So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey momma rock me

Rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey momma rock me

So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel

Hey momma rock me
momma rock me
momma rock me
Rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey momma youll rock me
rock me