 Heading down south to the land of the pines I'm thumbing my way into North Carolina Steering up the road, afraid of God, I see headlights I made it down the coast in 17 hours Picking me up bulky dark wood flowers And I'm a-hopin' for rally, I can see my baby tonight So rock me mama like a wagon wheel Rock me mama anyway if you hate Mama rock me, rock me mama like the wind and the rain Rock me mama like a self-bound train Hey, mama rock me, bring a band My baby plays the guitar, I pick a banjo now From West, from the Cumberland Gap to Johnson City, Tennessee And I gotta get a- Help us continue our journey, recording and sharing the music and stories of the world.