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-hoping 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

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

I 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

Rock me momma like the wind and the rain

Rock me momma like a south bound train

Hey momma 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 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 died 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

Rock me momma like the wind and the rain

Rock me momma like a south bound train

Hey momma rock me