Wagon Wheel (Rock Me Mama) - Urban Coach

Headed down south to the land of the pines

I'm thumbing my way into North Caroline

Staring up the road

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 hoping 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

Running 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 the North country winters keep a getting me down

Lost my money playing poker so I had to up and leave

But I ain't a turning back

To living 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

Walking 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 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 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

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

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