Capo 2
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, teardrops 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 mornin' hours she calls me,
The radio reminds me of my home far away,
And drivin' down the roads
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.