Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, blowing 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€™ hours she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
And drivin€™ down the road I get the feeling€™
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday
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