| Country Roads, Take Me Home | |
| John Denver | |
| From John Denver | |
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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 where I belong: West Virginia, mountain momma, Take me home, country roads. All my memories gathered '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 where I belong: West Virginia, 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 driving down the road I get a feeling I should have been home yesterday, yesterday Country roads, take me home To the place where I belong: West Virginia, mountain momma, Take me home, country roads. |