Almost heaven, west virginia
Blue ridge mountains, shenandoah river
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 be-long
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads]
All my memries, gather round her
Miners 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 be-long
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads]
I hear her voice, in the mornin hours she calls to me
The radio reminds me of my home far a-way
And drivin down the road I get a feeling
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday
[Country roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads]
section I would like is in brackets.
