Country Roads (John Denver)                       
                                                  
 Almost heaven,   West Virginia,  Blue            
Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.  Life is       
old there, older than the trees, Younger than     
the mountains, growin' like a breeze.             
                                                  
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    Country roads, take me home, To the           
    place I belong. West Virginia,                
    mountain momma, Take me home, country         
    roads.                                        
                                                  
 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, tear drop in my eye.                   
                                                  
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  I hear her voice, in the mornin' hour she       
calls me, The radio reminds me of my home far     
away. And drivin' down the road I get the         
feelin' that I should Have been home yesterday,   
yesterday.                                        
                                                  
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