Ca sĩ: Violin

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Almost heaven, west virginia, Blue ridge mountain
Shenandoah river. Life is ole 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 Momma
Take me home, country roads.
All my memories gathered around her
Miner's lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty tase of moonshine . Tearsdrop in my eyes.
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain Momma
Take me home, country roads.
I hear her voice in the morning hour she calls me
The radio reminds me oy 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 Momma
Take me home, country roads.