Almost heaven, west virginia
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Blue ridge mountains, shenandoah river
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Life is old there, older than the trees
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Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze
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Country roads, take me home
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To the place, I be-long
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West virginia, mountain momma
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Take me home, country roads
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All my memries, gather round her
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Miners lady, stranger to blue water
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Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
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Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye
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Country roads, take me home
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To the place, I be-long
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West virginia, mountain momma
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Take me home, country roads
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I hear her voice, in the mornin hours she calls to me
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The radio reminds me of my home far a-way
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And drivin 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
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To the place, I be-long
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West virginia, mountain momma
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Take me home, country roads
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Country Roads
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