Toots and the Maytals - Take Me Home Country Roads

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