Headed out south to the land of the pines
I'm coming my way to North Carolina
Staring up the road,
I pray to God I see headlights
A minute down the coast in 17 hours
Picking me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I'm hoping for a rally 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 the guitar,
I pick a banjo
now Oh,
North Carolina's keep 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 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
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