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| 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. | G e D D C G G e D D C G |
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| Country Roads, take me home, To the place, I belong, West Virginia, mountain mama, Take me home, country roads. | G D e C G D C G |
| II | |
| 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. | |
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| III | |
| [bridge] I hear her voice in the morning hour 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 Yester-daaay, yes-ter-daaay… | e D G G C G D D e F C C D D7 |
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