Writer(s): Bob Dylan, Ketch Secor

Head down south to the land of the pines

I'm Thumbin' my way into North Caroline

Stare up the road

and pray to God I see the 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 southbound 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 a banjo now

Oh the north country winters keep a gettin' me now

Lost my money playin' poker so I had to up and leave

But I ain't turnin' back

to livin' 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 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 headed west

from the Cumberland Gap to Johnson City Tennessee

And I got to 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 any way 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