Country Road

Almost heaven, West Virginia,
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.
Life is old there, older that the trees,
Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze.

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

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.

BRIDGE:

I hear her voice, in the morning hour she calls me,
Radio reminds me of my home far away,
And driving down the the road,
I get a feeling that I should have been home yesterday, yesterday.