Almost heaven, West Virginia,

Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.

Life is old there, older than the trees,

younger than the mountains, growin’ like a breeze.

Country roads, take me home

to the place I belong

West Virginia, mountain mama

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 eye.

I hear her voice,

in the mornin’ hour she calls to me,

the radio reminds me of my home far away

and drivin’ down the road I get a feeling

that I should have been home yesterday, yesterday.