Headin' down south to the land of the pines
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I'm thumbin' my way into North Caroline
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Starin' 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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Pickin' 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 mama like a wagon wheel
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Rock me mama any way you feel
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Hey... mama rock me
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Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
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Rock me mama like a southbound train
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Hey... mama rock me
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Runnin' 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-gettin' me down
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Lost my money playin' poker, so I had to leave town
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But I ain't a-turnin' back to livin' that old life no more
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So, rock me mama like a wagon wheel
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Rock me mama any way you feel
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Hey... mama rock me
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Yeah, rock me mama like the wind and the rain
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Rock me mama like a southbound train
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Hey... mama 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-headin' 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 callin' 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 mama like a wagon wheel
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Rock me mama any way you feel
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Hey... mama rock me
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Oh, rock me mama like the wind and the rain
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Rock me mama like a southbound train
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Hey... mama rock me
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So, rock me mama like a wagon wheel
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Rock me mama any way you feel (oh, I wanna feel)
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Hey... mama rock me
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Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
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Rock me mama like a southbound train
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Hey... mama rock me
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