headed down south to the land of the pines
i'm thumbin' my way into north caroline
pray to god 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
rock me mama like the wind and the rain
rock me mama like a south-bound train
runnin' from the cold up in new england
i was born to be a fiddler in an old-time string band
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
so rock me mama like a wagon wheel
rock me mama anyway you feel
rock me mama like the wind and the rain
rock me mama like a south-bound train
walkin' to the south out of roanoke
i caught a trucker out of philly
but he's a headed west from the cumberland gap
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
so rock me mama like a wagon wheel
rock me mama anyway you feel
rock me mama like the wind and the rain
rock me mama like a south-bound train