Almost heaven, West Virginia,
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoa River.
Life is old there, older than the trees,
younger than the mountains, growing like a breeze.
Country roads, take me home,
to the place I belong.
West Virginia, Mountain Mama.
take me home country roads.
All my memories, gather 'round her,
miners 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 morning hour she calls me,
the radio reminds me of my home far away.
and drivin' down that road I get a feelin'
that I should have been home yesterday, yesterday.