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 coast in seventeen hours picking me a bouquet of dogwood flowers and i m a hopin for raleigh 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 south bound train hey momma rock me i m 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 a getting me down lost my money playing poker so i had to leave town but i ain t turning back to living that old life no more so rock me momma like a wagon wheel rock me momma any way you feel hey momma rock me hey rock me momma like the wind and the rain rock me momma like a south bound train hey momma rock me walkin to the south out of roanoke 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 and 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 oh rock me momma like the wind and the rain rock me momma like a south bound train hey momma rock me oh 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 south bound train hey ey yeah momma rock me 