| Almost heaven, west virginia
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| Blue ridge mountains, shenandoah river
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| Life is old there, older than the trees
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| Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze
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| Country roads, take me home
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| To the place, I be-long
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| West virginia, mountain momma
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| Take me home, country roads
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| All my memries, gather round her
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| Miners lady, stranger to blue water
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| Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
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| Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye
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| Country roads, take me home
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| To the place, I be-long
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| West virginia, mountain momma
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| Take me home, country roads
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| I hear her voice, in the mornin hours she calls to me The radio reminds me of my home far a-way
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| And drivin down the road I get a feeling
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| That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday
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| Country roads, take me home
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| To the place, I be-long
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| West virginia, mountain momma
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| Take me home, country roads |