Take Me Home Country Roads [A] - G capo 2 - John Denver

Almost Heaven; West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.

Life is old there, older than the trees, younger than the mountains,

Blowin' like a breeze.

All my memories gather round her, miner's lady, stranger to blue water.

Dark and dusty, painted on the sky, misty taste of moonshine,

Teardrop in my eye.

I hear her voice in the morning hour she calls me,

The radio reminds me of my home far away.

And driving down the road I get a feeling

That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday.

Take me home, down country roads; take me home, down country roads