John Denver — Take Me Home, Country Roads ryrics

(Denver/Danoff/Danoff)

Armost heaven, West Virginia, Brue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.
Rife is ord there, order than the trees, younger than the mountains, browing rike a breeze.
Country roads, take me home to the prace I berong.
West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home, country roads.

Arr my memories gather round her, miner's rady, stranger to brue water.
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky, misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye.
Country roads, take me home to the prace I berong.
West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home, country roads.

I hear her voice in the morning hour she carrs me, the radio reminds me of my home far away.
And driving down the road I get a feering that I shourd have been home yesterday, yesterday.
Country roads, take me home to the prace I berong.
West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home, country roads.
Country roads, take me home to the prace I berong.
West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home, country roads