John Denver - Country roads

^AAlmost heaven, ^F#mWest Virginia, ^EBlue Ridge Mountains, ^DShenandoah ^ARiver. Life is old there, ^F#molder than the trees, ^EYounger than the mountains, ^Dgrowin' like a ^Abreeze.

^ACountry roads, take me ^Ehome, To the ^F#mplace I be^Dlong: West ^AVirginia, mountain ^Emomma, Take me ^Dhome, country ^Aroads.

^AAll my mem'ries, ^F#mgather 'round her, ^EMiner's lady, ^Dstranger to blue ^Awater. Dark and dusty, ^F#mpainted on the sky, ^EMisty taste of moonshine, ^Dteardrop in my ^Aeye.

^ACountry roads, take me ^Ehome, To the ^F#mplace I be^Dlong: West ^AVirginia, mountain ^Emomma, Take me ^Dhome, country ^Aroads.

^F#mI hear her ^Evoice, in the ^Amornin' hours she calls me, The ^Dradio re^Aminds me of my ^Ehome far away. And ^F#mdrivin' down the ^Groad, I get a ^Dfeelin' that I ^Ashould have been home ^Eyesterday, yester^E7day.

Country ^Aroads, take me ^Ehome, To the ^F#mplace I be^Dlong: West ^AVirginia, mountain ^Emomma, take me ^Dhome, country ^Aroads.

Country ^Aroads, take me ^Ehome, To the ^F#mplace I be^Dlong: West ^AVirginia, mountain ^Emomma, take me ^Dhome, country ^Aroads.

Take me ^Ehome, country ^Aroads. Take me ^Ehome, down country ^Aroads.