Heading down south
to the land of the pines
I'm thumbing my way
into North Carolina
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 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 ain't 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 he's a-heading west
from the Cumberland gap
To Johnson City
Tennessee
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
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
Rock me momma
like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma
like a south bound train
Hey momma rock me
Rock me