Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah river
Life is old there, older than the trees,
younger than the mountains blowing 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, teardrops in my eyes.
I hear a voice, in the morning how she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
Driving down the road I get the feeling
that I should been home yesterday, yesterday.