Chris Pureka - Wagon Wheel lyrics

I was headed down south to the land of the pines Thumbin' my way into North Carolina Starin' 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 a hopin' for Raleigh I can see my baby tonight So rock me, mama, like a wagon wheel Rock me, mama, anyway you feel Hey, mama, rock me Rock me, mama, like the wind and the rain Rock me, mama, like a southbound train Hey, mama, rock me I was 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 These north country winters are gettin' me down 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, anyway you feel Hey, mama, rock me Rock me, mama, like the wind and the rain Rock me, mama, like a southbound 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 headin' west from the Cumberland Gap To Johnson City, Tennessee And 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 At least I will die free So rock me, mama, like a wagon wheel Rock me, mama, anyway you feel Hey, mama, rock me Rock me, mama, like the wind and the rain Rock me, mama, like a southbound train Hey, mama, rock me