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.

Country Roads take me home

To the place I belong:

West Virginia, mountain momma.

Take me home, country roads.

All my mem'ries 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 take me home

To the place I belong:

West Virginia, mountain momma.

Take me home, country roads.

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, yesterday   

Country Roads take me home

To the place I belong:

West Virginia, mountain momma.

Take me home, country roads.