#71 COUNTRY ROADS
CAlmost aheaven, west virginia,
GBlue ridge mountains, Fshenandoah Crivers,
Life is old there; aolder than the trees,
GYounger than the mountains,
FGrowin' like a Cbreeze.
Country Croads, take me Ghome,
To the aplace I Fbelong.
West CVirginia, mountain Gmamma,
Take me Fhome, country Croads.
CAll my amem'ries gather 'round her,
GMiner's lady, Fstranger to blue Cwater,
Dark and dusty, apainted on the sky,
GMisty taste of moonshine,
FTeardrop in Cmy eye.
Country Croads, take me Ghome,
To the aplace I Fbelong.
West CVirginia, mountain Gmamma,
Take me Fhome, country Croads.
aI hear her Gvoice in the Cmorning she calls me,
FThe radio Creminds me of Gmy home far away.
aAnd drivin' down the Groad I get a Ffeelin' that I
CShould have been Ghome yesterday, G7yesterday.
Country Croads, take me Ghome,
To the aplace I Fbelong.
West CVirginia, mountain Gmamma,
Take me Fhome, country Croads.