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
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.
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.