{title: Country Roads}
{subtitle: John Denver}                            
            
[G]Almost heaven, [em]West Virginia, [D]Blue Ridge Mountains, [C]Shenandoah [G]River.
Live is old there, [em]older than the trees,
[D]younger than the mountains [C]growin' like a [G]breeze.

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Country [G]roads, take me [D]home, to the [em]place I be[C]long,
West Vir[G]ginia, mountain [D]momma, take me [C]home, country [G]roads.
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[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 sky,
[D]misty taste of moonshine, [C]teardrop in my [G]eye.

[em] I hear her [D]voice in the [G]morning hour 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 a [C]feelin' that I should have been home [D]yesterday, yester[D7]day.