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 mama,
take me home.
Country roads.
All my
memories, they gather round her,
a miner's lady, stranger to blue water.
Dark and dusty,
painted on the sky,
a misty taste of moonshine,
a teardrop in my eye.
Country roads take me
home to the place I belong.
West Virginia,
mountain mama,
take me home.
Country roads.
I hear her voice in the morning as she calls me,
radio reminds me of my home far away.
Driving down the road,
I get a feeling I should have been home yesterday.
Country roads take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia,
mountain mama,
take me home.
Country roads.
Country roads.
Won't you take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia,
mountain mama,
take me home.
Country roads.
Won't you take me home down the country roads.
Take me home down the country roads.