Take me home, country roads - John Denver

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,
Country roads,
take me home.

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...

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
Country roads,
take me home
Country roads.