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,
West Jamaica, my ol' mama,
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 sure did,
Oh yesterday, yesterday.
All my memories, oh, gathered 'round her,
My old lady, stranger to the water.
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky,
Miss the taste of moonshine,
Tears gone from my eyes.
Country roads, take me home,
West Jamaica, my my my mama,
Oh won't you take me go home, country roads.
Instrumental: (same as 1st and 3rd verse) G#---Fm---D#---C#-G#- x2