Из альбома: PROTECT: A Benefit for the National Association to Protect Children

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,
So 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

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

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 Cumberland 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

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

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