Wagon Wheel (The Voice Performance) Songtext
von The Swon Brothers
Wagon Wheel (The Voice Performance) Songtext
Heading down south to the land of the pines
I′m thumbing my way into North Caroline
Staring up the road and pray to God I see headlights
I made it down the coast in 17 hours
Picking me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I'm hopin′ for Raleigh, I can see my baby tonight
So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey, momma, rock me
Rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey, momma, rock me
Run from the cold up in New England
I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band
My baby plays a guitar, I pick a banjo now
And oh, the north country winters keep getting me down
Lost my money playing poker so I had to leave town
But I ain't turning back to living that old life no more
So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
And hey, momma, rock me
Rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey, momma rock me
Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke
Caught a trucker out of Philly had a nice long toke
But he′s a heading west from the Cumberland gap
To Johnson City and Tennessee
And I gotta get a move on before the sun
I hear my baby calling my name and I know that she′s the only one
And if I die in Raleigh at least I will die free
So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey, momma, rock me (yeah)
Rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey, momma, rock me (yeah)
Rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey, momma, rock me (yeah)
Rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey, momma, rock me
Rock me
Rock me
I′m thumbing my way into North Caroline
Staring up the road and pray to God I see headlights
I made it down the coast in 17 hours
Picking me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I'm hopin′ for Raleigh, I can see my baby tonight
So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey, momma, rock me
Rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey, momma, rock me
Run from the cold up in New England
I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band
My baby plays a guitar, I pick a banjo now
And oh, the north country winters keep getting me down
Lost my money playing poker so I had to leave town
But I ain't turning back to living that old life no more
So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
And hey, momma, rock me
Rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey, momma rock me
Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke
Caught a trucker out of Philly had a nice long toke
But he′s a heading west from the Cumberland gap
To Johnson City and Tennessee
And I gotta get a move on before the sun
I hear my baby calling my name and I know that she′s the only one
And if I die in Raleigh at least I will die free
So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey, momma, rock me (yeah)
Rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey, momma, rock me (yeah)
Rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey, momma, rock me (yeah)
Rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey, momma, rock me
Rock me
Rock me
Writer(s): Bob Dylan, Ketch Secor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com