I'm Going....
Home....
Wagon Wheel
Performed by Old Crow Medicine Show
Headed down south to the land of the pines
And I'm thumbin' my way into North Caroline
Starin' up the road
And pray to God I see headlights
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 anyway you feel
Hey mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a south-bound train
Hey mama rock me
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, 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 anyway you feel
Hey mama rock me
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 fit 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
So rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama anyway you feel
Hey mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a south-bound train
Hey mama rock me
Listening to that song always makes me want to go home, and after all that's happened, I could run right now. I could get on a plane and not look back. Sleep in my old bed listening to the crickets chirping outside of my bedroom window, feel the warm breeze and fresh air of the south. I miss it. I miss me. I can't run- no matter how much I want to... not now.
Wagon Wheel
Performed by Old Crow Medicine Show
Headed down south to the land of the pines
And I'm thumbin' my way into North Caroline
Starin' up the road
And pray to God I see headlights
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 anyway you feel
Hey mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a south-bound train
Hey mama rock me
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, 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 anyway you feel
Hey mama rock me
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 fit 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
So rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama anyway you feel
Hey mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a south-bound train
Hey mama rock me
Listening to that song always makes me want to go home, and after all that's happened, I could run right now. I could get on a plane and not look back. Sleep in my old bed listening to the crickets chirping outside of my bedroom window, feel the warm breeze and fresh air of the south. I miss it. I miss me. I can't run- no matter how much I want to... not now.
posted by Chloe' Gardner | 2:30 PM
4 Comments:
nice blog
Nah-head out west. We got evergreens, Good crab, dark beer, and Scandanavians. Sexy stuff, I tell ya!
PS-I love this song. Makes me think of driving with my Grandpa in his truck out in the wheat fields, sampling clay and other stuff.
Janice *Hugs you back* You're so precious :0)
Geoffrey, if you've listened to this song, it'll be hard to imagine I actually love it. I grew up across the street from my family's "Blue Grass Festival", and despised Blue Grass Music. It's been years since my aunt and uncle who owned it died. I never thought I would miss it, but I do. It's part of my heritage, who I am, and where I grew up. I hear that song and it takes me home, just for a few minutes anyway :0)
I am a fan of Bluegrass from way back-It has to do with Montana roots and my grandma, who loves it. And as a guitar player, I kinda take it all in, you know? My last GIF said I had schitzo taste in music, which is totally true. But I can understand why you don't like it-"familiarity breeds contempt".
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