Almost heaven, West-Virginia
Blue Ridge mountain, Shanandoah 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 where I belong
West-Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads

All my mem'ries gather round her
Modest lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye

I hear her voice in the morninghour she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
And driving down the road I get the feeling
That I should be home yesterday, yesterday