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indepth background information Performed by John
Denver Written by John Denver, Bill
Denoff and Taffy Nivert
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
momma, 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 moonshine,
teardrop in my eye.
Country Roads, take me
home, To the place I belong: West Virginia, mountain
momma, 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 drivin' down the
road, I get a feelin' that I should
have been home yesterday, Yesterday.
Country Roads, take me
home, To the place I belong: West Virginia, mountain
momma, Take me home, country
roads.
Take me home, country
roads. Take me home, down country
roads.
