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