Almost heaven, West Virginia,
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah Rive
Life is old there, older than the trees,
younger than the mountains,
blowing like a breeze.
Country roads, take me home
to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain mamma,
take me home, country roads.
All my memories gather round 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 mamma,
take me home, country roads.
I hear her voice in the morning
hour, she calls me,
the radio reminds me of my home far away
And driving down the road I get
a feeling 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.
Country roads, take me home
to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain mamma,
take me home, country roads
Take me home now, country roads,
Take me home now, country roads.
