Almost heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountain, Shenandoah River. Live 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, gather around 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 mama, Take me home, country roads. I hear her voice in the morning hour she calls me Radio reminds me of my home far away Driving down the road I get a feeling That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday Country roads, take me home, To the place, I belong. West Virginia, mountain mama, Take me home, country roads. Country roads, take me home, To the place, I belong. West Virginia, mountain mama, Take me home, country roads. Take me home, country roads. Take me home, country roads.