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Headed down south to the land of the pines,
And I'm thumbing my way into North Caroline,
Staring up the road,
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 hoping for Raleigh,
I can see my baby tonight.

Rock me mama like a wagon wheel,
Rock me mama anyway 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 the guitar,
I pick a banjo now.

Oh, the North country winters keep a getting me now,
Lost my money playing poker so I had to up and leave,
But I ain't a turning back,
To living that old life no more.

So rock me mama like a wagon wheel,
Rock me mama anyway 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.

Walking to the south out of Roanoke,
I caught a trucker out of Philly, had a nice long toke,
But he's a headed 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.

So rock me mama like a wagon wheel,
Rock me mama anyway 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.

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