Darius Rucker – Wagon Wheel (Lyrics)
Inspiration Behind Wagon Wheel:
Wagon Wheel was inspired by his daughter’s talent show at her school. This rendition rekindled Rucker’s appreciation for Bob Dylan’s demo that was completed by Ketch Secor of the Old Crow Medicine Show. Upon hearing the faculty band perform “Wagon Wheel,” Darius turned to his wife saying, “I need to cut this song.” This set into motion Rucker’s version of Wagon Wheel.
Biblical Application:
Some time later God tested Abraham. He said to him, “Abraham!” “Here I am,” he replied. 2 Then God said, “Take your son, your only son, whom you love—Isaac—and go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on a mountain I will show you.” 3 Early the next morning Abraham got up and loaded his donkey. He took with him two of his servants and his son Isaac. When he had cut enough wood for the burnt offering, he set out for the place God had told him about, Genesis 22:1-3.
Exegesis of Wagon Wheel:
Heading down south to the land of the pines
I’m thumbing my way into North Caroline
Staring up the road and pray to God I see headlights
I made it down the coast in 17 hours
Picking me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I’m a-hoping for Raleigh, I can see my baby tonight
Traveling south to North Carolina. Daruis is driving all night to avoid traffic, hoping he doesn’t fall asleep. After 17 hours in a car, Darius stops off to pick up flowers. Darius is driving home to see his wife and or newborn child.
So rock me, mama, like a wagon wheel
Rock me, mama, any way you feel
Hey, mama, rock me
Rock me, mama, like the wind and the rain
Rock me, mama, like a southbound train
Hey, mama, rock me
Darius transitions from his version to the original chorus. It appears to be a mother is holding and rocking a newborn baby. A train is compared with a wagon wheel, impacted by the weather.
Running from the cold up in New England
I was born to be a fiddler in an old-time string band
My baby plays the guitar, I pick a banjo now
Oh, north-country winters keep a-getting me down
Lost my money playing poker, so I had to leave town
But I ain’t turning back to living that old life no more
Since Darius was born in South Carolina, this is either about Bob Dylan or Ketch Secor. While Dylan was born in Minnesota, this stanza could be about him or another musician who learned to play a guitar early on. Gambling stalled his career initially.
So rock me, mama, like a wagon wheel
Rock me, mama, any way you feel
Hey, mama, rock me
Yeah, rock me, mama, like the wind and the rain
Rock me, mama, like a southbound train
Hey, mama, rock me
The chorus is repeated. There is something comforting about being held and rocked. The child inside doesn’t care how he is rocked, as long as he is held by his mom.
Walking 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 got to get a move on before the sun
I hear my baby calling my name, and I know that she’s the only one
And if I die in Raleigh, at least I will die free
Hitch hiking led to a pleasant ride in Virginia and Tennessee. Then a call from his girlfriend or wife leads him back to North Carolina.
So rock me, mama, like a wagon wheel
Rock me, mama, any way you feel
Hey, mama, rock me
Oh, rock me, mama, like the wind and the rain
Rock me, mama, like a southbound train
Hey, hey, mama, rock me, oh
If you haven’t been on a horse and carriage before, it’s hard to get a sense for the opening of this chorus. Yet, being held by a parent provides a sense of security within a child.
So rock me, mama, like a wagon wheel
Rock me, mama, any way you feel (oh, I wanna feel)
Hey, hey, mama, rock me
Mama, rock me, mama, rock me
Rock me, mama, like the wind and the rain (oh)
Rock me, mama, like a southbound train
Hey, yeah-yeah, mama, rock me
You can rock me, rock me
The final chorus made me visualize a mother on her front porch, sitting in a rocking chair, rocking a child back to sleep.
Final Thoughts:
The Wagon Wheel takes me back to the first time I rode on a horse and carriage in Williamsburg, Virginia. Yet, growing up in Delaware, every house had a front porch where you would sit and talk every evening in the summer. Nearly every porch had at least one rocking chair. These are the memories that came racing back to my mind as I listened to Wagon Wheels.
by Jay Mankus