Take Me Home Country Roads
John Denver
GAlmost heaven, WEmest Virginia
DBlue Ridge Mountains, SChenandoah RGiver
GLife is old there,Em older than the trees
DYounger than the mountains,C blowing like a breeze
CountryG roads, takeD7 me home
To tEmhe place IC belong
West VirgGinia, mountainD mama
Take me hCome, country roGads
GAll my memories Emgather round her
DMiner's lady, sCtranger to blue Gwater
GDark and dusty, pEmainted on the sky
DMisty taste of moonshine, tCeardrop in my eye
CountryG roads, takeD7 me home
To tEmhe place IC belong
West VirgGinia, mountainD mama
Take me hCome, country roGads
EmI hear her D7/F#voice, in the Gmorning hour she calls me
The Cradio reGminds me of my Dhome far away
And dEmriving down the Froad I get a fCeeling
That I Gshould have been home yesterDday, yesterD7day
CountryG roads, takeD7 me home
To tEmhe place IC belong
West VirgGinia, mountainD mama
Take me hCome, country roGads
CountryG roads, takeD7 me home
To tEmhe place IC belong
West VirgGinia, mountainD mama
Take me hCome, country roGads
Take me hDome, down country rGoads
Take me hDome, down country rGoads
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