{title: Country Roads}
{artist: John Denver}

1. [G]Almost heaven [Em]West Virginia, [D]Blue Ridge Mountains [C]Shenandoah [G]River.
Life is old there, [Em]older that the [Hm]trees, [D]younger that the [Am]mountains [C]growin´ like a [G]breeze.
Country [G]Roads take me [D]home to the [Em]place I [C]belong,
West Vir[G]ginia mountain [D]momma, take me [Em]home [C]Country [G]roads.

2. [G]All my mem´ries [Em]gather ´round her, [D]miner´s lady [C]stranger to blue [G]water.
Dark and dusty [Em]painted on the [Hm]sky. [D]Misty taste of [Am]moonshine, [C]teardrop in my [G]eye.
Country [G]Roads take me [D]home to the [Em]place I [C]belong,
West Vir[G]ginia mountain [D]momma, take me [Em]home [C]Country [G]roads.

[Em]I hear her [D]voice, in the [G]mornin´ hours she calls me, the [C]radio re[G]minds me of my [D]home far away. And [Em]drivin´ down the [F]road I get the [C]feelin´ that I [G]should have been home [D]yesterday, yester[D7]day.

Country [G]Roads take me [D]home to the [Em]place I [C]belong,
West Vir[G]ginia mountain [D]momma, take me [Em]home [C]Country [G]roads.