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G EmAlmost heaven, West Virginia,
D C GBlue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.
G EmLife is old there, older than the trees,
D C GYounger than the mountains growin' like a breeze
G DCountry Roads, take me home
Em CTo the place I belong:
G DWest Virginia, mountain momma,
C GTake me home, Country Roads.
G EmAll my mem'ries gather 'round her,
D C GMiner's lady, stranger to blue water.
G EmDark and dusty, painted on the sky,
D C GMisty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye.
Em D G I hear her voice, in the mornin' hours she calls me,
C G DThe radio reminds me of my home far away,
Em FAnd drivin' down the road
C G D D7I get a feelin' that I should have been home yesterday, yesterday.
D GTake me home, Country Roads,
D GTake me home, Country Roads.