Almost heaven West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River. Life is old there older than the trees, younger than the mountains growin' like a breeze. Country roads take me home to the place I belong: West Virginia, mountain mom-ma, take me home country roads.
All my mem'ries gather 'round her, miner's lady, stranger to blue water. Dark and dusty painted on the sky, misty taste of moon-shine, teardrop in my eye. Country roads take me home to the place I belong: West Virginia, mountain mom-ma, take me home country roads.
I hear her voice in the morning hours she calls me. The radio reminds me of my home far away, and drivin' down the road I get a feeling that I should have been home yesterday yesterday. (Oh)
Country roads take me home to the place I belong: West Virginia, mountain mom-ma, take me home country roads, take me home country roads.