Almost heaven 
Old Virginia, 
Blue Ridge 
Mountains, 
Shenandoah 
Valley Life is old there, older than the trees, 
Younger than the mountains, growing like a weed. 
All my mem'ries gather round her, 
Miner's lady, stranger to blue water. 
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky, 
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrops in my eye. 
Country roads, take me home 
To the place 
I belong. 
Old Virginia, mountain mama 
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. 
Old Virginia, mountain mama 
Take me home, country roads. 
Take me home (take me home), 
Country roads (country roads). 
Take me home (take me home), 
Country roads (country roads).