Almost heaven, West Virgina,
Blue ridge Mountains, Shen-an-do-ah river.
Life is old there, older than the trees,
Younger than the mountains growing like a breeze.
Country Roads, take me home to the place I belong
West Virgina, mountain momma,
Take me home Country Roads.
All my memries gather'round her,
Miner's lady, stranger to blue water.
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky,
Misty tast of moonshine, teardrop in my eye.
Country Roads, take me home to the place I belong
West Virgina, mountain momma,
Take me home Country Roads.
Country Roads, take me home to the place I belong
West Virgina, mountain momma,
Take me home,country roads.
I hear her voice, in the mornin' hour she calls me
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 Virgina, mountain momma,
Take me home, country roads.
Country Roads, take me home to the place I belong
West Virgina, mountain momma,
Take me home, country roads.
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West virgina mountain momma,
Take me home,country roads:|
Take me home, country roads,
Take me home, country roads.
Writer(s): John Denver, Taffy Nivert, Bill Danoff
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