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(Bob Dylan / Jay Secor)
Headed down south to the land of the pines,
Thumbin' my way into North Caroline,
Starin' down the road, pray to God I see headlights,
Made it down the coast in 17 hours,
I'm pickin' me a bouquet of Dogwood flowers,
And I'm a hopin' for Raleigh I can see my baby tonight.
(Chorus)
So, rock me mama like a wagon wheel,
Rock me mama any way you feel,
Mmmmm, mama rock me.
Yeah, rock me mama like the wind and the rain,
Rock me mama like a southbound train,
Mmmmm, mama rock me.
Wooo.
Runnin' 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,
Whoa, north country winters keep a gettin' me,
An I lost my money playin' poker, so I had to up and leave,
But I ain't a goin' back, to livin' that old life no more.
(Chorus)
So, rock me mama like a wagon wheel,
Rock me mama any way you feel,
Mmmmm, mama rock me.
Oooh, rock me mama like the wind and the rain,
Rock me mama like a southbound train,
Mmmmm, mama rock me.
Rock on.
Walkin' to the south, outa Roanoke,
Caught a trucker outa Philly had a nice long toke,
But he's a headed west from the Cumberland Gap,
To Johnson City, Tennessee,
An I got to get a move on, way 'fore 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.
( Chorus)
So, rock me mama like a wagon wheel,
Rock me mama any way you feel,
Mmmmm, mama rock me.
Oooh, rock me mama like the wind and the rain,
Rock me mama like a southbound train,
Mmmmm, mama rock me.
(Instrumental)
[Thanks to Wayde Barnes for lyrics]
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