Wagon Wheel
by:
Jeremy Mccomb
Headed down south to the land of the pines,
I'm thumbing my way into North Caroline,
Staring at the road and pray to God I see headlights,
Made it down the coast in seventeen hours,
I'm picking me a bouquet of Dogwood flowers,
I'm hoping for Raleigh I can see my baby tonight
So rock me mama like a wagon wheel, Rock me mama anyway
you feel,
Hey, Mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain, Rock me mama
like a southbound train,
Hey, mama Rock me
Running from the cold up in New England,
I was listening' to some fiddle in this old time string
band,
My baby plays the guitar I pick the banjo now,
North Country winters keep getting me low,
Lost my money playing poker so I had to up and leave,
But I ain't going back to living' that old life no more
So rock me mama like a wagon wheel, Rock me mama anyway
you feel,
Hey, Mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain, Rock me mama
like a southbound train,
Hey, mama Rock me
Walking to the south out of Roanoke,
Caught a trucker outta Philly had a nice long smoke,
But he's headed west from the Cumberland Gap to
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 mama like a wagon wheel, Rock me mama anyway
you feel,
Hey, Mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain, Rock me mama
like a southbound train,
San Diego Union-Tribune
26 Mar 2025
San Diego Union-Tribune
26 Mar 2025