(Denver/Danoff/Danoff)
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Almost heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.
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Life is old there, older than the trees, younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze.
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Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
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West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home, country roads.
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All my memories gather round her, miner's lady, stranger to blue water.
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Dark and dusty, painted on the sky, misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye.
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Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
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West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home, country roads.
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I hear her voice in the morning hour she calls me, 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 yesterday, yesterday.
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Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
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West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home, country roads.
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Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
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West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home, country roads
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Take Me Home, Country Roads
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| John Denver |
