| D | Bm | |
| Almos | t heaven, Wes | t Virginia, |
| A | G | D | |
| Blue | Ridge Mountains, Shen | andoah Ri | ver. |
| Bm | |
| Life is old there, ol | der than the trees, |
| A | G | D | |
| Yo | unger than the mountains, blo | wing like a br | eeze. |
| Chorus: |
| D | A | |
| Count | ry road, take me h | ome |
| Bm | G | |
| To the pl | ace I be | long, |
| D | A | |
| West Virg | inia, mountain mo | mma, |
| G | D | |
| Take me h | ome, country r | oad. |
| D | Bm | |
| All my m | em'ries ga | ther 'round her, |
| A | G | D | |
| Mi | ner's lady, str | anger to blue wa | ter. |
| Bm | |
| Dark and dusty, pai | nted on the sky, |
| A | G | D | |
| Mi | sty taste of moonshine, te | ar-drop in my e | ye. |
| Chorus. |
| Bm | A | D | |
| I h | ear her vo | ice, in the mor | ning hours she calls me, |
| G | D | A | |
| The ra | dio reminds | me of my h | ome far away. |
| Bm | Em | G | |
| And dri | ving down the r | oad I get the f | eeling |
| D | A | A7 | |
| That I sh | ould have been home yes | terday, yes | terday. |
| Chorus. |