Al most heav en,

West Vir gin ia,

Blue Ridge Moun tains, (D)Shen an do ah (A)Riv er.

Life is old there, (F#m)old er than the trees,

(E)young er than the moun tains (D)grow in’ like a breeze.

Coun try (A)roads,

take me (E)home

to the (F#m)place

I be (D)long:

West Vir (A)gin ia,

moun tain (E)mom ma.

Take me (D)home,

coun try (A)roads.

All my mem ’ries

gath er ’round her,

min er’s la dy, (D)stran ger to blue (A)wa ter.

Dark and dust y, (F#m)paint ed on the sky,

(E)mist y taste of moon shine, (D)tear drop in my eye.

Coun try (A)roads,

take me (E)home

to the (F#m)place

I be (D)long:

West Vir (A)gin ia,

moun tain (E)mom ma.

Take me (D)home,

coun try (A)roads.

All my I hear her (E)voice in the (A)morn in’ hours she calls me.

The (D)ra di o re (A)minds me of my (E)home far a way,

and (F#m)driv in’ down the (G)road I get a (D)feel in’ that I (A)should have been home (E)yes ter day,

yes ter (E7)day.

Coun try (A)roads.

Take me (E7)home,

coun try (A)roads.

Take me (E7)home,

coun try (A)roads.