Heading down south the land of the pines.

I’m thumbing my way into 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.



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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 winter keep a getting me,

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

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



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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 from the Cumberland gap,

To Johnson city Tennessee.

Oh I gotta get a move on fit for the sun,

I hear my baby calling my name and I know she’s the only one.

And If I died in Raleigh at least I will die free.



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