| C | Am | G | F | C | |
| Almost h | eaven, | West Virginia | Blue Ridge Mountains, S | hen-an-do-ah R | iver |
| Am | G | |
| life is old there, | older than the trees, y | ounger than the mountains |
| F | C | |
| Gr | owing like a br | eeze |
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| C | G | Am | F | |
| Country r | oads, take me h | ome, to the pl | ace I bel | ong |
| C | G | F | C | |
| West Virg | inia mountain m | omma, take me h | ome, country r | oads |
| G | Am | G | F | C | |
| All my m | em'ries | gather 'round her | miner's lady, str | anger to blue w | ater |
| Am | G | |
| dark and dusty p | ainted on the sky m | isty taste of moonshine |
| F | C | |
| t | eardrop in my | eye. |
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| Am | G | C |
| I hear her v | oice, in the m | ornin' hour she calls me |
| F | C | G | |
| the r | adio rem | inds me of my h | ome far away |
| Am | Bb | |
| and dr | ivin' down the r | oad |
| F | C | G | |
| I get a f | eelin' that I sh | ould have been home y | esterday |
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