Headin’ down south to the land of the pines, I’m thumbin’ my way into North Caroline, starin’ up the road and pray to God I see headlights.
I made it down the coast in seventeen hours, pickin’ me a bouquet of dogwood flowers, and I’m a-hopin’ for Raleigh, I can see my baby tonight.
So, 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 me.