Written by: Bob Dylan
Produced by: David Rawlings
Headed down south to the land of the Pine
I'm thumbin' 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
Pickin' me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I'm 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 string band
My baby plays the guitar, I pick the banjo now
Oh north country winters keep-a gettin' me low
An' I lost my money playin' poker so I had to up and leave
But I ain't turning back to live 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 Roanoake
I caught a trucker out of Philly, had a nice long toke
But he's a-headed west from the Cumberland Gap Johnson City Tennessee
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
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