Chris Pureka - Wagon Wheel | Текст песни

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• Wagon Wheel

I was headed down south to the land of the pines

And I'm thumbin' my way into North Caroline

Starin' up the road

Pray to God I see headlights

Well, 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

Well, rock me mama like the wind and the rain

Rock me mama like a south-bound train

Hey

Mama rock me

I was runnin' from the cold up in New England

I was born to be a fiddler in an old-time stringband

My baby plays the guitar

I pick a banjo now

Oh no, the North country winters keep a gettin' me now

Lost my money playin' poker so I had to up and leave

But I ain't a turnin' back

To livin' that old life no more

So rock me mama like a wagon wheel

Rock me mama any way you feel

Hey

Mama rock me

Well, rock me mama like the wind and the rain

Rock me mama like a south-bound train

Hey

Mama rock me

Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke

I caught a trucker out of Philly

Had a nice long toke

But he's a headed west from the Cumberland Gap

To Johnson City, Tennessee

And I gotta get a move on before for the sun

I hear my baby callin' my name

And I know that she's the only one

And if I die in Raleigh

At least I will die free, yeah

So rock me mama like a wagon wheel

Rock me mama any way you feel

Hey

Mama rock me

Well, rock me mama like the wind and the rain

Rock me mama like a south-bound train

Hey

Mama rock me

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