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(MUSIC) HEADIN DOW SOUTH TO THE LAND OF THE PINES THUMBIN MY WAY DOWN TO NORTH CAROLINE
STARIN UP THE ROAD AND I PRAY TO GOD I SEE HEADLIGHTS I MADE IT DOWN THE COAST IN 17
HOURS PICKIN ME A BOUQUET OF DOG WOOD FLOWERS AND IM HOPING FOR RALEIGH TO SEE MY BABY TONIGHT
SO ROCK ME MAMMA LIKE A WAGON WHEEL... ROCK ME MAMMA ANY WAY YOU FEEL HEYYY MAMMA ROCK
ME... ROCK ME MAMMA LIKE THE WIND AND THE RAIN ROCK ME MAMMA LIKE A SOUTH-BOUND TRAIN
HEYYY... MAMMA ROCK ME RUNNIN FROM THE COLD UP IN NEW-ENGLAND I WAS BORN TO BE A FIDDLER
IN AN OLD STRING BAND MY BABY PLAYS THE GUITAR AND I PICK THE BANJO NOW... (MUSIC) SO ROCK
ME MAMMA LIKE A WAGON WHEEL ROCK ME MAMMA ANYWAY YOU FEEL HEYYY... MAMMA ROCK ME ROCK
ME MAMMA LIKE THE WIND AND THE RAIN ROCK ME MAMMA LIKE A SOUTH BOUND TRAIN HEYY... MAMMA
ROCK ME... (ROCK ME) SOLO.......... ITS BEEN A LONG TIME I MADE IT DOW THE COST AND I FEEL
QUITE FINE I SEE MY BABYS FACE AND I KNOW THAT SHES THE ONLY ONE AND IF I DIE IN RALEIGH
AT LEAST I WILL DIE FREEEEEEEEEEEE.