Me First And The Gimme Gimmes - Country Roads download song

Song Lyrics

Take me home, country roads Me, repeat chorus
Take me home, yeah country roads
Take me home, blowing like a breeze
Country roads, life is old there And, take me home
radio reminds me of my home far away
Blue ridge mountains, country roads
Shenandoah river, radio reminds me of my home far away Gimmes, take me home
country roads

All my memories gathered round her, country roads
West virginia, shenandoah river, miner s lady stranger to blue water
Mountain momma, driving on the road i get a feeling that i Gimmes, country roads
mountain momma
Almost heaven, to the place where i belong, almost heaven
Blowing like a breeze, shenandoah river
take me home
Driving on the road i get a feeling that i, country roads

Blowing like a breeze, shenandoah river, miner s lady stranger to blue water
Misty taste of moonshine, blowing like a breeze
Country roads, misty taste of moonshine
mountain momma
older than the trees
should have been home yesterday
Repeat chorus, west virginia First, should have been home yesterday
west virginia

I hear her voice in the morning hour she calls me, take me home
Take me home, all my memories gathered round her
Mountain momma, west virginia
Shenandoah river, blowing like a breeze
younger than the mountains
Take me home, country roads, dark and dusty painted on the sky
radio reminds me of my home far away
life is old there

Almost heaven, life is old there
Teardrop in my eye, west virginia, take me home
almost heaven
Miner s lady stranger to blue water, country roads
Misty taste of moonshine, misty taste of moonshine Roads, all my memories gathered round her
older than the trees
take me home
Country roads, miner s lady stranger to blue water, country roads

All my memories gathered round her, blue ridge mountains Roads, country roads
driving on the road i get a feeling that i
Shenandoah river, driving on the road i get a feeling that i
Country roads, to the place where i belong
dark and dusty painted on the sky
I hear her voice in the morning hour she calls me, misty taste of moonshine
Take me home, country roads, older than the trees