Wagon whel

Wagon whel
Heading down south to the land
of the pines
I'm thumbing my way into North Caroline
Staring up the road and pray to God
I see headlights
I made it down the coats in 17
hours
Picking me a bouquet of
dogwood flowers
and I'm a-hopin' for Raliegh,
I can see my baby tonight

So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey momma rock me
Rock me momma like the wind
and the rain
Rock me momma like a southbound train
Hey momma rock me
Running from the cold up in
New England
I was born to be a fiddler in a
old time string band
My baby plays guitar I pick a
banjo now
On, north country winters keep
a-getting me down
Lots my money playing poker so
I had to leave town
But I ain't turning back to live
that old life no more
So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey momma rock me
Rock me momma like the wind
and the rain
Rock me momma like a southbound train
Hey momma rock me
Walkin' to the south out of
Roanoke
I caught a trucker out of Philly
had a nice long toke
But he's a-heading west from the
Cumberland Gap
To Johnson City, Tennessee

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 momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey momma rock me
Rock me momma like the wind
and the rain
Rock me momma like a southbound train
Hey momma rock me
So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey momma rock me
Rock me momma like the wind
and the rain
Rock me momma like a southbound train
Hey momma rock me