Staring up the road and I pray
And I'm hopin' for a rally
So rock me, mama, like a wagon wheel
Rock me, mama, anywhere you feel
like the wind and the rain
Rock me, mama, like a southbound train
Hey, hey, hey, mama, rock me
Runnin' from the cold up in New England
I was born to be a fiddler
in an old -time string band
Well, these North County winters
Lost my money playin' poker,
to livin' that old life no more
So rock me, mama, like a wagon wheel
Rock me, mama, any way you feel
like the wind and the rain
Going to the south, I row an oak,
I caught a trucker out of Philly,
But he's heading west from the Cumberland
Gap to Johnson City, Tennessee
Well I gotta get a move on,
hear my baby calling my name
And I know that she's the only one,
if I die Riley, at least I will die free
So rock me, mama, like a wagon wheel
Rock me, mama, anywhere you feel
like the wind and the rain
Rock me, mama, like a southbound train
Hey, hey, hey, Mama Rockley
Hey, hey, hey, Mama Rockley
