John Denver
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 memories, gather around 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 mornin’ hours 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
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