Almost heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains,
Shenandoah River
Life is old there, order than the trees,
younger than the mountains,
blowing like a breeze.
County roads, take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain mamma, take me home, county roads.

All my memories gather round her, miner’s lady,
stranger to blue water.
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky, misty taste of moonshine,
teardrop in my eye.
County roads, take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain mamma, take me home, county roads.

I hear her voice in the morning hour she calls me,
the radio reminds me of mu home far away.
And driving down the road I get a feeling that I should have been
home yesterday, yesterday.
County roads, take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain mamma, take me home, county roads.
County roads, take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain mamma, take me home, county roads.