Heading down south to the land of the pines.

I'm thumbing my way in the North Caroline.


Staring up the road 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 hopin' 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,






And I lost my money playing poker so I had to up and leave.


But I ain't turning back and living that old life no more.









Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke,


I caught a trucker out of Philly had a nice long toke.


But he's a heading west to the###berland gap,

From Johnson City, Tennessee.


Now 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 die in Raleigh at least I will die free.