Country Roads

{title:Country Roads}

{st:John Denver}

Almos[D]t heaven, Wes[Bm]t Virginia,

Blue[A] Ridge Mountains, Shen[G]andoah Ri[D]ver.

Life is old there, ol[Bm]der than the trees,

Yo[A]unger than the mountains, blo[G]wing like a br[D]eeze.

{c:Chorus:}

Count[D]ry road, take me h[A]ome

To the pl[Bm]ace I be[G]long,

West Virg[D]inia, mountain mo[A]mma,

Take me h[G]ome, country r[D]oad.

All my m[D]em'ries ga[Bm]ther 'round her,

Mi[A]ner's lady, str[G]anger to blue wa[D]ter.

Dark and dusty, pai[Bm]nted on the sky,

Mi[A]sty taste of moonshine, te[G]ar-drop in my e[D]ye.

{c:Chorus.}

I h[Bm]ear her vo[A]ice, in the mor[D]ning hours she calls me,

The ra[G]dio reminds [D]me of my h[A]ome far away.

And dri[Bm]ving down the r[Em]oad I get the f[G]eeling

That I sh[D]ould have been home yes[A]terday, yes[A7]terday.

{c:Chorus.}

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# Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives

# by Steve Putz <putz@parc.xerox.com>

# 7 September 1992