G | Em | ||
Almost Heaven; | West Virginia, |
D | C | G | ||
Blue Ridge Mountains, She | nan | doah | River. |
G | Em | ||
Life is old there, | older | than the trees, |
D | |
youn | ger than the mountains, |
C | G | ||
Blow | in’ like a | bree | ze. |
G | D | ||
Country | Roads, | take me | home, |
Em | C | ||
to the | place, | I be | long, |
G | D | ||
West Vir | gin | ia, mountain | mama, |
C | G | ||
take me | home, | country | roads. |
G | Em | ||
All my memories | gather round her, |
D | C | G | ||
miner’s lady, | stran | ger to blue | water. |
G | Em | ||
Dark and dusty, | pain | ted on the sky, |
D | |
misty | taste of moonshine, |
C | G | |
Tear | drop in my | eye. |
G | D | ||
Country | Roads, | take me | home, |
Em | C | ||
to the | place, | I be | long, |
G | D | ||
West Vir | gin | ia, mountain | mama, |
C | G | ||
take me | home, | country | roads. |
Em | D | G | |||
I | hear her | voice | in the | mor | ning hour she calls me, |
C | G | D | ||||
The | rad | io re | minds | me of my | home | far away. |
Em | F | C | ||||
And | driv | ing down the | road | I get a | fee | ling |
G | D | D7 | |||
That I | should | have been home yester | day, | yester | day. |
G | D | ||
Country | Roads, | take me | home, |
Em | C | ||
to the | place, | I be | long, |
G | D | |||
𝄆 | West Vir | gin | ia, mountain | mama, |
C | G | |||
take me | home, | country | roads. | 𝄇 |