Wagon Wheel

G Heading down south to the D land of the pines.

E^m I’m thumbing my way into C North Caroline.

G Staring up the road and D pray to God I see C headlights.

G I made it down the coast in D seventeen hours.

E^m Picking me a bouquet of C dogwood flowers,

and I’m a-G hopin’ for Raleigh, I can D see my baby C tonight.

G Running from the cold D up in New England,

I was E^m born to be a fiddler in an C old time string band.

My G baby plays a guitar, D I pick a banjo Cnow.

Oh, G north country winters keep a-D getting me down.

I lost my E^m money playing poker so I C had to leave town.

But I G ain’t turning back to D living that old life C no more.

G Walkin’ to the south D out of Roanoke,

I caught a E^m trucker out of Philly had a C nice long toke.

But G he’s a heading west from the D Cumberland gap

to C Johnson City, Tennessee.

And I G gotta get a move on D before the sun,

I hear my E^m baby calling my name and I C know that she’s the only one.

And G if I died in Raleigh at D least I will die C free.