john denver
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 road, take me home
to the place i belong,
west virginia, mountain momma,
take me home, country road.
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, tear-drop in my eye.
country road, take me home
to the place i belong,
west virginia, mountain momma,
take me home, country road.
i hear her voice, in the morning hours she calls me,
the radio reminds me of my home far away.
and driving down the road i get the feeling
that i should have been home yesterday, yesterday.
country road, take me home
to the place i belong,
west virginia, mountain momma,
take me home, country road.
country road, take me home
to the place i belong,
west virginia, mountain momma,
take me home, country road.
take me home, country road.
take me home, country road.
take me home, country road.
take me home, country road
