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

Two hobos on a railroad line I'm getting ready to go Pulling on a bottle of burgundy wine I'm getting ready to go Well, they couldn't hear that southbound whistle when The Dixie flyer burned around the bend And it punched their tickets for the promise land I'm getting ready to go Sweet home, loving Heaven, Heaven Sweet home, can't ya hear me singing low? Sweet home, lordy, I'll be traveling So throw the gates wide open 'Cause I'm getting ready to go Two magpies on a telephone wire I'm getting ready to go Singing to the corn like a Heavenly choir I'm getting ready to go Old farmer John must be sleeping sound They shucked that corn and passed it around But the old man's wife got her shotgun down I'm getting ready to go Sweet home, loving Heaven, Heaven Sweet home, can't ya hear me singing low? Sweet home, lordy, I'll be traveling So throw the gates wide open 'Cause I'm getting ready to go Listen here pal 'fore your road is run And your tightrope breaks in two It's a mighty big world you're standing on And it keeps going round without little old You know who Boodle-am boodle-am boodle-am boodle-am boo Toodle-am toodle-am toodle-am toodle-am too Shake a leg, shake a leg, shake a leg, shake a leg now Break a leg, drag a leg, shake a leg, grab a leg, break a leg, shake a leg now Well, it's so long, good luck, great to know you I'm getting ready to go May the Lord above take a liking to you I'm getting ready to go Well, it's a short life of trouble so don't make more When death comes creeping 'round your back door It don't knock twice brother that's for sure I'm getting ready to go Sweet home, loving Heaven, Heaven Sweet home, can't ya hear me singing low? Sweet home, lordy, I'll be traveling So throw the gates wide open 'Cause I'm getting ready to go Throw the gates wide open 'Cause I'm getting ready to go

Hush up, honey, don't you cry Things are gonna get better in the by-and-by And there ain't a thing for a poor man In this world Work through the winter, work through the spring Yeah plant my corn and taters and then it wouldn't rain And there ain't a thing for a poor man In this world Now I got down on my knees Lord I thought I'd pray Along come a great big flood Washed everything away And there ain't a thing for a poor man In this world Work through the winter, Lord, work through this fall All I got for Christmas was a pair of overalls And there ain't a thing for a poor man In this world Well I got down on my knees Looked up to the sky All I can think of is to ask the good Lord why And there ain't a thing for a poor man In this world Well hush up, honey, Lord don't get down You know that I love you every way around And there ain't a thing for a poor man In this world And there ain't a thing for a poor man In this world

I hear the crying of the hungry in the deserts where they're wandering; Hear them crying out for heaven's own benevolence upon them; Hear destructive power prevailing, I hear fools falsely hailing To the crooked wits of tyrants when they call. I hear them all I hear them all I hear them all I hear the sounds of tearing pages and the roar of burning paper; All the crimes and acquisitions turn to air and ash and vapor; And the rattle of the shackle far beyond emancipators; And the loneliest who gather in their stalls. I hear them all I hear them all I hear them all So while you sit and whistle Dixie with your money and your power, I can hear the flowers growing in the rubble of the towers. I hear leaders quit their lying. I hear babies quit their crying. I hear soldiers quit their dying, one and all. I hear them all I hear them all I hear them all I hear the tender words from Zion, I hear Noah's waterfall, Hear the gentle lamb of Judah sleeping at the feet of Buddha And the prophets from Elija to the old Paiute Wovoka Take their places at the table when they're called. I hear them all I hear them all I hear them all I hear them all I hear them all I hear them all I hear them all I hear them all I hear them all

Hey, hey, hey, where's the corn liquor? Cut a groove in my record start picking quicker Whoa, you know what I need I want it now, want it now, want it now I want it, want it, want it, want it Hey, hey, hey, let's go to Gate City Where the girls are silly and they're so hillbilly Whoa, you know what I need I want it now, want it now, want it now I want it, want it, want it, want it Headed up the holler gonna take a big swaller There's a fire in the wood's tonight We got some sticky icky pall malls stole your brother's Adderall Getting freaky deaky in the Kentucky moonlight Hey, hey, hey, where's the corn liquor Need a kick in my kisser bring along your sister Whoa, you know what I need I want it now, want it now, want it now I want it, want it, want it, want it Hey, hey, hey, what else could we do? Freight train hopping, purple pill popping, bluegrass bopping You know what I need I want it now, want it now, want it now I want it, want it, want it, want it Hey, hey, hey, where's the corn liquor Cut a groove in my record Start picking quicker Whoa, you know what I need I want it now, want it now, want it now I want it, want it, want it, want it When the sheriff started coming, we all started running Thought we'd be a-looking through the bars But the joke was on the deputy when we stuck a rattlesnake In the backseat of the hazard county police card Hey, hey, hey, where's the corn liquor Need a kick in my kisser Bring along your sister Whoa, you know what I need I want it now, want it now, want it now I want it, want it, want it, want it Whoa, you know what I need I want it now, want it now, want it now I want it, want it now