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Bilden tagen med bakvänd objektiv
Obsessed with it
Heading down south to the land of the pines.
I’m thumbing my way in the North Caroline.
Staring up the road, pray to God I see headlights.
Oh, I made it down the coast in seventeen hours,
Picking me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I’m hopin’ for Raleigh,
So 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.
Running 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.
Oh north country winters keep getting me,
Now I lost my money playing poker so I had to up and leave.
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.
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,
I caught a trucker out of Philly had a nice long smoke.
But he’s heading west FROM the Cumberland gap,
Johnson City, Tennessee.
Now I gotta get a move on fit for 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.
Rock me momma like the wind and the rain,
Rock me momma like a south bound train.
Hey momma rock me.
I’m thumbing my way in the North Caroline.
Staring up the road, pray to God I see headlights.
Oh, I made it down the coast in seventeen hours,
Picking me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I’m hopin’ for Raleigh,
So 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.
Running 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.
Oh north country winters keep getting me,
Now I lost my money playing poker so I had to up and leave.
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.
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,
I caught a trucker out of Philly had a nice long smoke.
But he’s heading west FROM the Cumberland gap,
Johnson City, Tennessee.
Now I gotta get a move on fit for 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.
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.
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