Al most heaven, West Virginia,
Blue Ridge Mountains, S henandoah River.
Li fe is old there, older than the trees,
Younger than the mountains g rowin'
like a breeze
Country R oads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virg inia, mountain momma,
Take me h ome, Country Roads.
Al l my mem'ries gather 'round her,
Miner's l ady, stranger to blue water.
Da rk and dusty, painted on the sky,
Misty tast e of moonshine, teardrop in my eye.
I hear her voice, in the m ornin' hours
she calls me,
The r adio rem inds me of my home far away,
And drivin' down the road
I get a f eelin' that
I s hould have been home yesterday, yesterday.
Country R oads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virg inia, mountain momma,
Take me h ome, Country Roads.
Country R oads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virg inia, mountain momma,
Take me h ome, Country Roads.
Take me home, Country Roads,
Take me home, Country Roads.
