| Almost heaven, West Virginia, |
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Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River, |
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Life is old there, older than the trees, |
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Younger than the mountains, growing like a breeze. |
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Country roads, take me home, |
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West Virginia, Mountain Mama, |
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Take me home, country roads. |
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All my memories, gather 'round her, |
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Miner's lady, stranger to blue water. |
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Dark and dusty, painted on the sky, |
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Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye. |
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Country roads, take me home, |
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West Virginia, Mountain Mama, |
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Take me home, country roads. |
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I hear her voice, in the morning hours she calls me, |
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Radio reminds me of my home far away, |
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Drivin' down the road, I get a feeling |
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That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday. |
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Country roads, take me home, |
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West Virginia, Mountain Mama, |
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Take me home, country roads. |
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