Almost heaven,
West Virginia,
Blue Ridge Mountains,
Shenandoah 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 Virginia,
mountain momma,
take me home,
country roads.
All my memories,
get around her,
miner's lady,
stranger to blue water.
Dark and dusty,
painted on the sky.
Misty taste the 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 mornig hour she calls me.
The radio reminds me of my home far away.
And driving down the roads I get the felling
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
West Virginia,
mountain momma.
Take me home,
Country roads
Take me home,
Country roads.