by John Denver
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 belong
West Virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads.
All my memories gather round her
Minerís lady, stranger to blue water.
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine
Teardrop in my eye.
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.
Our kids truly are our pride and joy!
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