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Almost Heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.
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Life is old here, older than the trees, younger than the mountains, blowin
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like a breeze.
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Country Roads, take me home, to a 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
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water.
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Dark and dusty, painted on the sky, misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my
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eye.
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Country Roads, take me home, to a 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 that I should have been home
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yesterday, yesterday.
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Country Roads, take me home, to a 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 a place I belong
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