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 a place I belong
West Virginia,
Mountain mama, take me home,
Country roads.

All my memories 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 a place I belong
West Virginia,
Mountain mama, 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 driving down the road I get a feeling
that I should have been home yesterday

Country Roads, take me home
To a place I belong
West Virginia,
Mountain mama, take me home,
Country roads.