| 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. | 𝄇 |