Headin' down South to the land of the pines
I'm thumbin' my way into North Carolina
Starin' up the road and pray to God I see headlights
I made it down the Coast in 17 hours
Pickin' me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I'm a-hopin' for Raileigh, I can see my baby tonight
So rock me mamma like a wagon wheel
Rock me mamma anyway you feel
Hey, mamma rock me
Rock me mamma like the wind and the rain
Rock me mamma like a South-bound train
Hey, mamma rock me ...
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
Oh, North country winters keeps a-gettin' me down
Lost my money playin' poker, so I had to leave town
But I ain't turnin' back to livin' that old life no more
So rock me mamma like a wagon wheel
Rock me mamma anyway you feel
Hey, mamma rock me
Yeah, rock me mamma like the wind and the rain
Rock me mamma like a South-bound train
Hey, mamma rock me ...
Walkin' to the South out of Roanoke
Caught a trucker at a Fillin', had a nice long talk
But he's a-headin' West from the Cumberland gap
To Johnson City, Tennessee
I gotta get a move on, before the sun
I hear my baby callin' my name, and I know that she's the only one
And if I die in Raleigh atleast I will die free
Oh, rock me mamma like a wagon wheel
Rock me mamma anyway you feel
Hey, mamma rock me
Rock me mamma like the wind and the rain
Rock me mamma like a South-bound train
Hey, mamma rock me
Rock me