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A F#m E Almost Heaven; West Virginia, D | A | Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.A F#m Life is old there, older than the trees, E D Ayounger than the mountains, Blowin' like 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 All my memories gather round her, D | A |miner's lady, stranger to blue water.A F#m Dark and dusty, painted on the sky, E D Amisty 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 A I hear her voice in the morning hour she calls me, D A EThe radio reminds me of my home far away. F#m G DAnd driving down the road I get a feeling A E E7That I should have been home yesterday, 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 A E Atake me home, country roads.take me home, country roads
