Almost heaven West Virgina blue rich mountain,tended to old river.
Live is older than, older than the creek, younger than the mountians,
brolling like the breeze.
Country roads take me home to the place I belong West Virginia
moutian mama, take me home Country roads.
All my memoires, I get around her, by this lady, stranged to blue water.
Darking dusk see, paint in all this sky, mister taste the Moonshine,teardrods in my eyes,
Country roads take me home to the place, I belong West Virginia
moutian mama, take me home Country roads.
I hear her voice in the morning are she calleґs me,radio the minds me on my hold far away.Driving down the road, I feel the feeling that I sured me,oh yesterday, yesterday
Country roads take me home to the place I belong West Virginia
moutian mama, take me home Country roads.
Country roads take me home to the place I belong West Virginia
moutian mama, take me home Country roads.Take me home now Country roads.Take me home now Country roads.
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Genevieve
вообще-то текст совсем не тот,откуда он вообще?
Вот это более правильный:
Almost heaven west Virginia blue ridge mountains Shenandoah river. Life is older there older than the trees younger than the mountains, growing like a Breeze.
дальше там припев правильно,а вот в это так будет:
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
I hear the voice in the morning hours she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away and drivin’ down the road i get the feelin’ thar I should have been home yesterdaay