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

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Country Roads, take me home  
To the place I belong:  
West Virginia, mountain momma,  
Take me home, Country Roads.

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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.

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I hear her voice, in the mornin' hours 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, yester day.

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Country Roads, take me home  
To the place I belong:  
West Virginia, mountain momma,  
Take me home, Country Roads.

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West Virginia, mountain momma,  
Take me home, Country Roads

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