Toots & The Maytals - Take Me Home Country Roads

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Almost heaven, West Jamaica
True ridge mountains
Shining down the river
All my friends there
Older than those ridge
Younger than the mountains
Blowin' like a breeze

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Jamaica, my ol' momma
Take me home, country roads

I heard her voice
In the mornin' hour she calls me
Said, "Son, you remind me of my home far away"
And drivin' down the road I feel a sickness
I should have been home yesterday, yesterday

All my memories, all gathered 'round her
My my lady swingin' through the water, water
Dark and dusty painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, tears fall out my eyes

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Jamaica, my my momma
Won't you take me go home, country roads

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Jamaica, my my momma
Won't you take me go home, country roads

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Jamaica, my my momma
Won't you take me go home, country roads

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong