Headed down south to the land of the pine,
And I'm thumbin' my way into North Caroline,
Starin' up the road,
And pray to G-d I see headlights.
I made it down the coast in seventeen hours,
Pickin' me a bouquet of dogwood flowers,
And I'm a hopin' for Raleigh,
I can see my baby tonight.
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.
Runnin' from the cold up in New England,
I was born to be a fiddler in an old-time stringband,
My baby plays the guitar,
I pick a banjo now.
Oh, the North country winters keep a gettin' me now,
Lost my money playin' poker so I had to up and leave,
But I ain't a turnin' back,
To livin' 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 a headed west from the Cumberland Gap,
To Johnson City, Tennessee.
And I gotta get a move on fit for the sun,
I hear my baby callin' my name,
And I know that she's the only one,
And if I die in Raleigh,
At least I will die free.
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