John Denver - Take me home country roads

^G Almost Heaven^Em; West Virginia^D, Blue Ridge Mountains, Sh^Cenandoah R^Giver. ^G Life is old there, ^Emolder than the trees, y^Dounger than the mountains, Bl^Cowin' like a br^Geeze.

Country R^Goads, take me h^Dome, to the p^Emlace, I bel^Cong, West Virg^Ginia, mountain m^Dama, take me h^Come, country r^Goads.

^G All my memories^Em gather round her,^D miner's lady, str^Canger to blue w^Gater. ^G Dark and dusty, p^Emainted on the sky, m^Disty taste of moonshine, Te^Cardrop in my ^Geye.

Country R^Goads, take me h^Dome, to the p^Emlace, I bel^Cong, West Virg^Ginia, mountain m^Dama, take me h^Come, country r^Goads.

^Em I hear her v^Doice in the m^Gorning hour she calls me, The ^Cradio rem^Ginds me of my ^Dhome far away. And ^Emdriving down the r^Foad I get a f^Ceeling That I ^Gshould have been home ^Dyesterday, yesterd^D7ay.

^N.C.Country R^Goads, take me h^Dome, to the p^Emlace, I bel^Cong, West Virg^Ginia, mountain m^Dama, take me h^Come, country r^Goads. Country R^Goads, take me h^Dome, to the p^Emlace, I bel^Cong, West Virg^Ginia, mountain m^Dama, take me h^Come, country r^Goads. Take me h^Dome, down country r^Goads; take me h^Dome, down country r^Goads