| Lines | Answer | Words |
| Headed down south... | |
| I'm tumblin' my way... | |
| Starin'... | |
| And pray to... | |
| I made it down... | |
| Pickin' me a... | |
| And I'm a... | |
| I can... | |
| So rock me... | |
| Rock me... | |
| Hey... | |
| Rock me... | |
| Rock me... | |
| Hey... | |
| Runnin' from the cold... | |
| I was born to a fiddler... | |
| My baby... | |
| I pick... | |
| Oh, the North Country winters... | |
| Lost my money playin'... | |
| But I ain't... | |
| To livin'... | |
| | Lines | Answer | Words |
| So rock me... | |
| Rock me... | |
| Hey... | |
| Rock me... | |
| Rock me... | |
| Hey... | |
| Walkin' to the south... | |
| I caught a... | |
| Had a... | |
| But he's headed west... | |
| To... | |
| And I gotta get a... | |
| I hear my baby... | |
| And I know... | |
| And if I... | |
| At least... | |
| So rock me... | |
| Rock me... | |
| Hey... | |
| Rock me... | |
| Rock me... | |
| Hey... | |
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