| Headed down south to the land of the pines |
| And I’m thumbin' my way into North Caroline |
| Starin' up the road |
| 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 any way 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 Runnin' from the cold up in New England |
| I was born to be a fiddler in an old-time stringband |
| My baby plays the guitar |
| I pick a banjo now |
| Oh, 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 any way 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 Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke |
| I caught a trucker out of Philly |
| Had a nice long toke |
| But he’s a headed west from the Cumberland Gap |
| To Johnson City, Tennessee |
| And I gotta get a move on before for 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 |
| So rock me mama like a wagon wheel |
| Rock me mama any way 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 |