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 mamma,

　　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 mamma,

　　Take me home, country roads.

　　I hear her voice in the morning hours,

　　She calls me.

　　The radio reminds me of my home

　　Far away,

　　And driving down the road,

　　I get a feeling

　　That I should have been home

　　Yesterday, yesterday.

　　Country roads, take me home,

　　To the place I belong,

　　West Virginia,

　　Mountain mamma,

　　Take me home, country roads.

　　Country roads, take me home, To the place I belong,

　　West Virginia,

　　Mountain mamma,

　　Take me home, country roads.

　　Take me home，country roads.

　　Take me home, country roads.