Ben E. King - Country roads

^GAlmost heaven, ^EmWest Virginia, ^DBlue Ridge Mountains, ^CShenandoah ^GRiver. Life is old there, ^Emolder than the trees, ^DYounger than the mountains, ^Cgrowin' like a ^Gbreeze.

^GCountry roads, take me ^Dhome, To the ^Emplace I b^Celong: West ^GVirginia, mountain ^Dmomma, Take me ^Chome, country ^Groads.

^GAll my mem'ries, ^Emgather 'round her, ^DMiner's lady, ^Cstranger to blue ^Gwater. Dark and dusty, ^Empainted on the sky, ^DMisty taste of moonshine, ^Cteardrop in my ^Geye.

^GCountry roads, take me ^Dhome, To the ^Emplace I b^Celong: West ^GVirginia, mountain ^Dmomma, Take me ^Chome, country ^Groads.

^EmI hear her^D voice, in the^G mornin' hours she calls me, The ^Cradio re^Gminds me of my ^Dhome far away. And ^Emdrivin' down the^F road, I get a ^Cfeelin' that I ^Gshould have been home ^Dyesterday, yester^D7day.

Country ^Groads, take me ^Dhome, To the ^Emplace I b^Celong: West ^GVirginia, mountain^D momma, take me ^Chome, country ^Groads.

Country ^Groads, take me ^Dhome, To the ^Emplace I b^Celong: West ^GVirginia, mountain ^Dmomma, take me ^Chome, country ^Groads.

Take me ^Dhome, country ^Groads. Take me ^Dhome, down country ^Groads.