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Almost heaven |
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Old Virginia, |
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Blue Ridge |
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Mountains, |
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Shenandoah |
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Valley Life is old there, older than the trees, |
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Younger than the mountains, growing like a weed. |
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All my mem'ries gather round her, |
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Miner's lady, stranger to blue water. |
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Dark and dusty, painted on the sky, |
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Misty taste of moonshine, teardrops in my eye. |
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Country roads, take me home |
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To the place |
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I belong. |
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Old Virginia, mountain mama |
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Take me home, country roads. |
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I hear her voice. |
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In the morning hours, she calls me. |
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The radio reminds me of my home far away. |
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And driving down the road, |
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I get a feeling that |
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I should have been |
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Home yesterday, yesterday. |
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Country roads, take me home |
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To the place |
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I belong. |
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Old Virginia, mountain mama |
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Take me home, country roads. |
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Take me home (take me home), |
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Country roads (country roads). |
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Take me home (take me home), |
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Country roads (country roads). |