John Denver
A F#m E D A Almost Heaven; West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River. A F#m E Life is old there, older than the trees, younger than the mountains, D A Growin' like a breeze. A E F#m D Country Roads, take me home, to the place, I belong, A E D A West Virginia, mountain mama, take me home, country roads. A F#m E D A All my memories gather 'round her, miner's lady, stranger to blue water. A F#m E Dark and dusty, painted on the sky, misty taste of moonshine, D A Teardrop in my eye. A E F#m D Country Roads, take me home, to the place, I belong, A E D A West Virginia, mountain mama, take me home, country roads. [Bridge] F#m E A I hear her voice in the morning hour she calls me, D A E The radio reminds me of my home far away. F#m G D And driving down the road I get a feeling A E E7 That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday. A E F#m D Country Roads, take me home, to the place, I belong, A E (or G) D A West Virginia, mountain mama, take me home, country roads. A E F#m D Country Roads, take me home, to the place, I belong, A E D A West Virginia, mountain mama, take me home, country roads. E A E A Take me home, down country roads; take me home, down country roads