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