Heading down south to the land of the pines
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I'm thumbing my way into North Caroline
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Staring up the road and pray to God I see headlights
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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 a-hopin' for Raleigh, 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 a-getting me down
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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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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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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 a heading west from the Cumberland gap
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To Johnson City, Tennessee
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And I gotta get a move on before 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 died in Raleigh at least I will die free
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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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Wagon Wheel
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| Darius Rucker |
