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A F#m E D A Almost Heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.

A F#m E D Life is old there, older than the trees, younger than the mountains, growin'

Alike a breeze.

A E F#m DCountry Roads, take me home, to the place I belong

A E D AWest Virginia, mountain mama, take me home, country roads.

A F#m E D A All my memories gather 'round her, miner's lady, stranger to blue water.

A F#m E D A Dark and dusty, painted on the sky, misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye.

A E F#m DCountry Roads, take me home, to the place I belong

A E D AWest Virginia, mountain mama, take me home, country roads.

F#m E/G# A I hear her voice, in the mornin' hour she calls me.

D A EThe radio reminds me of my home far away.

F#m G D AAnd drivin' down the road I get a feelin' that I should have been home

E E7yesterday, yesterday.

A E F#m DCountry Roads, take me home, to the place I belong

A E D AWest Virginia, mountain mama, take me home, country roads.

A E F#m DCountry Roads, take me home, to the place I belong

A E D AWest Virginia, mountain mama, take me home, country roads.

E ATake me home, (down) country roads.

E ATake me home, (down) country roads.