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 mamma.
Take me home, country roads.
All my mem'ries gathered round her,
Miners 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 mamma.
Take me home, country roads.
I hear her voice in the mornin' hour 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.
Country roads, take me home.
To the place I belong,
West Virginia, mountain mamma.
Take me home, country roads.
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comCountry roads, take me home.
To the place I belong,
West Virginia, mountain mamma.
Take me home, country roads.
Take me home, country roads.
Take me home, country roads.