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COUNTRY ROADS
[G] Almost Heaven[Em]; West Virginia[D], Blue Ridge Mountains, Sh[C]enandoah R[G]iver.
[G] Life is old here, [Em]older than the trees, y[D]ounger than the mountains,
Bl[C]owin like a br[G]eeze.
[Chorus 1 ]
Country R[G]oads, take me h[D]ome, to a p[Em]lace, where I bel[C]ong,
West Virg[G]inia, mountain m[D]ama, take me h[C]ome, country r[G]oads.
[G] All my memories[Em] gather round her,[D] miner's lady, str[C]anger to blue w[G]ater.
[G] Dark and dusty, p[Em]ainted on the sky, m[D]isty taste of moonshine,
Te[C]ardrop in my [G]eye.
[chorus]
[Em] I hear her v[D]oice in the m[G]orning hour she calls me,
The r[C]adio rem[G]inds me of my h[D]ome far away.
And d[Em]riving down the r[F]oad I get a f[C]eeling
That I sh[G]ould have been home yesterd[D]ay, yesterd[D7]ay.
Country R[G]oads, take me h[D]ome, to a p[Em]lace, where I bel[C]ong,
West Virg[G]inia, mountain m[D]ama, take me h[C]ome, country r[G]oads.
Country R[G]oads, take me h[D]ome, to a p[Em]lace, where I bel[C]ong,
West Virg[G]inia, mountain m[D]ama, take me h[C]ome, country r[G]oads.
Take me h[D]ome, country r[G]oads; take me h[D]ome, down country r[G]oads