^CAlmost heaven, ^AmWest Virginia, ^GBlue Ridge Mountains, ^FShenandoah ^CRiver. Life is old there, ^Amolder than the trees, ^GYounger than the mountains, ^Fgrowin' like a ^Cbreeze.

^CCountry roads, take me ^Ghome, To the ^Amplace I b^Felong: West ^CVirginia, mountain ^Gmomma, Take me ^Fhome, country ^Croads.

^CAll my mem'ries, ^Amgather 'round her, ^GMiner's lady, ^Fstranger to blue ^Cwater. Dark and dusty, ^Ampainted on the sky, ^GMisty taste of moonshine, ^Fteardrop in my ^Ceye.

^CCountry roads, take me ^Ghome, To the ^Amplace I b^Felong: West ^CVirginia, mountain ^Gmomma, Take me ^Fhome, country ^Croads.

^AmI hear her^G voice, in the^C mornin' hours she calls me, The ^Fradio re^Cminds me of my ^Ghome far away. And ^Amdrivin' down the^A# road, I get a ^Ffeelin' that I ^Cshould have been home ^Gyesterday, yester^G7day.

Country ^Croads, take me ^Ghome, To the ^Amplace I b^Felong: West ^CVirginia, mountain ^Gmomma, take me ^Fhome, country ^Croads.

Country ^Croads, take me ^Ghome, To the ^Amplace I b^Felong: West ^CVirginia, mountain ^Gmomma, take me ^Fhome, country ^Croads.

Take me ^Ghome, country ^Croads. Take me ^Ghome, down country ^Croads.