[Down load]Take Me Home, Country Roads
Al-most hea-ven West Vir-gi-nia,
Blue Rid-ge moun-tains, She-nan-doah Ri-ver.
Life is old there, old-er than the tree,
young-er than the moun-tains,
blow-in' like a breeze.
Coun-try roads take me home
to the place I be-long.
West Vir-gi-nia, moun-tain ma-ma,
take me home, coun-try roads.
All my me-mories ga-there round her,
mo-dest la-dy, strang-er to blue wa-ter.
Dark and du-sty paint-ed on the sky,
mi-sky taste of moon-shine, tear-drops in my eye.
Coun-try roads take me home
to the place I be-long.
West Vir-gi-nia, moun-tain ma-ma,
take me home, coun-try roads.
I hear her voice in the morn-ing hour-s. She calls me,
the radio re-minds me of my home far away.
And driv-in' down the road I get a feel-ing that I should have been home,
yes-ter-day, yes-ter day.
Coun-try roads take me home,
to the place I be-long.
West Vir-gi-nia, moun-tain ma-ma,
take me home, coun-try roads.
coun-try roads, take me home,
to the place I be-long.
West Vir-gi-nia, moun-tain ma-ma,
take me home, coun-try roads.
take me home, a coun-try roads.
take me home, a coun-try roads.