**A LITTLE HOME SICK BLUES**

HEADED DOWN SOUTH TO THE LAND OF THE MOUNTAINS
I'M THUMBIN' MY WAY INTO WEST VIRGINIA
STARIN' UP THE ROAD AND PRAY TO GOD I SEE HEADLIGHTS
I MADE IT DOWN THE RIVER IN 6 HOURS
PICKIN' ME A BOUQUET OF SUNFLOWERS
AND I'M HOPIN' FOR FAYETTE I CAN SEE MY PALS TONIGHT
SO ROCK ME MAMA LIKE A WAGON WHEEL
ROCK ME MAMA ANYWAY YOU FEEL
ROCK ME MAMA LIKE THE WIND AND THE RAIN
ROCK ME MAMA LIKE A SOUTH BOUND TRAIN
RUNNIN' FROM THE COLD UP IN PENNSYLVANIA
I WAS BORN TO BE A FIDDLER IN AN OLD TIME STRING BAND
I PLAY THE GUITAR AND YOU PICK THE BANJO
THE NORTH COUNTRY WINTERS KEEP GETTIN' ME DOWN
I LOST MY MONEY PLAYIN' POKER SO I HAD TO UP AND LEAVE
BUT I AIN'T TURNIN' BACK TO LIVIN' THAT OLD LIFE NO MORE
WALK INTO THE SOUTH OUT OF CUMBERLAND
I CAUGHT A TRUCKER OT OF PHILLY HAD A NICE LONG TALK
BUT HE'S HEADED WEST FROM THE CUMBERLAND GAP TO MAYSVILLE OHIO
AND I GOTTA GET A MOVE ON FIT FOR THE SUN
I HEAR MY FRIENDS CALLIN' MY NAME AND I KNOW THAT THEIR THE ONLY ONE
AND IF I DIE IN FAYETTE AT LEAST I WILL DIE FREE