Wagon Wheel
I made it down the coast in seventeen hours
pickin me a bouquet of dogwood flowers and I'm
hoping for Raliegh, gonna see my baby tonight
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
Ah, north country winters keep-a gettin' me cold
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
Walkin' to the south out of Roanoake
I caught a trucker out of Philly had a nice long toke
But he was headed west 'cross the Cumberland Gap
into Johnson City, Tennessee
I gotta get a move on, pray 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, well at least I will die free