AAlmost heaven, F#miWest Virginia,
EBlue Ridge Mountains, DShenandoah ARiver.
Life is old there, F#miolder than the trees,
EYounger than the mountains, Dgrowin' like a Abreeze.
ACountry roads, take me Ehome,
To the F#miplace I beDlong:
West AVirginia, mountain Emomma,
Take me Dhome, country Aroads.
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, teardrops in my eyes.
Country roads, take me home,
To the place I belong:
West Virginia, mountain momma,
Take me home, country roads.
F#miI hear her Evoice, in the Amornin' hours she calls me,
The Dradio reAminds me of my Ehome far away.
And F#midrivin' down the Groad,
I get a Dfeelin' that I Ashould have been home Eyesterday,
yesterE7day.
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 Ehome, down country Aroads.
Take me Ehome, down country Aroads.
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