Country Roads - Hermes House Band
Country Roads
Hermes House Band
Almost heaven, West Virginia, / Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.
Life is old there, older than the trees; / Younger than the mountains, growing like a breeze.
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong; / West Virginia, Mountain Mama.
Take me home, country roads.
All my memories gather 'round her. / Miner's lady, stranger to blue water.
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky,/ Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong; / West Virginia, Mountain Mama.
Take me home, country roads.
I hear her voice, in the mornin' hour she calls me. / The radio reminds me of my home far away.
And drivin' down the road I get a feelin' / That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday.
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong;/ West Virginia, Mountain Mama.
Take me home, country roads./ Country roads, take me home to the place I belong;
West Virginia, Mountain Mama. / Take me home, country roads.
Take me home, (down) country roads. / Take me home, (down) country roads.
