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Wagon wheel

Heading down south to the land of the pines.

I’m thumbing my way in the North Caroline.

Staring up the road, pray to God I see headlights.

Oh, I made it down the coast in seventeen hours,

Picking me a bouquet of dogwood flowers

And I’m hopin’ for Raleigh,

So 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

 

Running from the cold up in New England.

I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band.

My baby plays a guitar, I pick a banjo now.

Oh north country winters keep getting me,

Now I lost my money playing poker so I had to up and leave.

But I ain't turning back to living that old life no more.

 

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Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke,

I caught a trucker out of Philly had a nice long toke.

But he’s heading west FROM the Cumberland gap,

Johnson City, Tennessee.

Now I gotta get a move on fit for 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.

 

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Taken on April 7, 2009