Heading down south to the land of the pines.
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I¡¯m thumbing my way in the North Caroline.
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Staring up the road, pray to God I see headlights.
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Oh, I made it down the coast in seventeen hours,
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Picking me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
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And I¡¯m hopin¡¯ for Raleigh,
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So I can see my baby tonight.
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So rock me momma like a wagon wheel,
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Rock me momma any way you feel.
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Hey momma rock me.
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Rock me momma like the wind and the rain,
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Rock me momma like a south bound train.
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Hey momma rock me.
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Running from the cold up in New England.
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I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band.
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My baby plays a guitar, I pick a banjo now.
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Oh north country winters keep getting me,
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Now I lost my money playing poker so I had to up and leave.
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But I ain't turning back to living that old life no more.
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[Chorus]
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Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke,
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I caught a trucker out of Philly had a nice long toke.
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But he¡¯s heading west FROM the Cumberland gap,
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Johnson City, Tennessee.
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Now I gotta get a move on fit for the sun,
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I hear my baby calling my name and I know that she¡¯s the only one.
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And If I die in Raleigh at least I will die free.
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[Chorus]
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Wagon Wheel
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| Against Me! |
