(Composição: Bob Dylan, Ketch Secor) 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 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 down 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 token 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
