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AClmost heavena, west virginia,
GBlue ridge mountains, sFhenandoah Crivers,
Life is old there; aolder than the trees,
GYounger than the mountains,
FGrowin' like a brCeeze.

Country roCads, take me hGome,
To the plaace I beloFng.
West VirgCinia, mountain mGamma,
Take me hFome, country Croads.

CAll my mem'rieas gather 'round her,
GMiner's lady, straFnger to blue waCter,
Dark and dusty, paainted on the sky,
GMisty taste of moonshine,
TFeardrop in myC​ eye.

Country roCads, take me hGome,
To the plaace I beloFng.
West VirgCinia, mountain mGamma,
Take me hFome, country Croads.

aI hear her vGoice in the mCorning she calls me,
FThe radio remCinds me of myG​ home far away.
aAnd drivin' down the rGoad I get a feFelin' that I
ShCould have been homeG​ yesterday, yesteG₇rday.

Country roCads, take me hGome,
To the plaace I beloFng.
West VirgCinia, mountain mGamma,
Take me hFome, country Croads.