Take me home country roads
John Denver country
Al-most hea-ven, West Vir-gi-nia
Blue Ridge Moun-tains, She-nan-doah Ri-i-ver
Life is old there, ol-der than the trees
Youn-ger than the moun-tains, blo-wing like a breeze
Coun-try roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West Vir-gi-nia, Moun-tain Ma-ma
Ta-ake me home, coun-try roads
All my me-m’ries, ga-ther ’round her
Mi-ner’s la-dy, stran-ger to blue wa-a-ter
Dark and dus-ty, pain-ted on the sky
Mis-ty taste of moon-shine, tear-drops in my eye
Coun-try roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West Vir-gi-nia, Moun-tain Ma-ma
Ta-ake me home, coun-try roads
I hear her voice, in the mor-nin’ hours she calls me
Ra-di-o re-minds me of my home far a-way
Dri-vin’ down the road I get the fee-ling’
That I should have been home yes-ter-day, yes-ter-day
Coun-try roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West Vir-gi-nia, Moun-tain Ma-ma
Ta-ake me home, coun-try roads
Coun-try roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West Vir-gi-nia, Moun-tain Ma-ma
Ta-ake me home, coun-try roads
Ta-ake me home, coun-try roads
Ta-ake me home, coun-try roads-
