Wagon Wheel (B. Dylan, K. Secor) Heading down south to the land of the pines Thumbing my way into North Carolina Staring up the road and pray to God I see headlights I made it down the coast in 17 hours Picking me a bouquet of dogwood flowers Now I'm hoping for Raleigh, gonna see my baby tonight Rock me mama like a wagon wheel Rock me mama any way 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 Running from the cold up in New England I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band Baby plays the guitar, I pick a banjo now North country winters kept getting me down Lost my money playing poker so I had to up and leave And I ain't turning back living that old life no more Walking to the south, out of Roanoke I caught a trucker out of Philly had a nice long toke He's heading west from the Cumberland Gap, Johnson City, Tennessee And I gotta get a move on before the sun 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