Almost heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River Life is old there, older than the trees, younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze Bumpy roads, for too long at a pace that's all wrong West Virginia, motor momma, speed controlled, winding roads All my memories gonna save her, all that's missing is some running water Dark and dusty, painted on the sky, moths and humidity, sweat gets in my eye Forest roads, lacking streams, in the place we ride along West Virginia, getting hotta, take me home, country roads I hear her voice in the morning hour she calls me, the radio reminds me of my home far away And driving down the road I get a feeling that I could have blogged this yesterday, yesterday Country roads, take me home to the place
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