Country roads
Almost heaven, West Virginia,
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.
Life is old there, older than the trees,
younger than the mountains, growin` like a breeze.
Country Roads, take me home to the place I belong:
West Virginia, mountain momma, Take me home country Roads.
All my mem`ries gather `round her,
miner`s lady, stranger to blue water.
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky,
misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye
Country Roads, take me home to the place I belong:
West Virginia, mountain momma, Take me home country Roads.
I hear her voice, in the morning` hour she calls me,
the radio reminds me of my home far away,
And drivin` down the road I get a feelin`
that I should have been home yesterday, yesterday.
Country Roads, take me home to the place I belong:
West Virginia, mountain momma, Take me home country Roads.
Country Roads, take me home to the place I belong:
West Virginia, mountain momma, Take me home country Roads.
Take me home, Country Roads
Take me home, Country Roads