elton john – Whitewash Country scritto da admin 21 Gennaio 2016 Almost heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River. Life is old there, older than the trees; Younger than the mountains, growing like a breeze. Country roads, take me home to the place I belong; West Virginia, Mountain Mama. Take me home, country roads. All my memories gather ‘round her. Miner’s lady, stranger to blue water. Dark and dusty, painted on the sky, Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye. Country roads, take me home to the place I belong; West Virginia, Mountain Mama. Take me home, country roads. I hear her voice, in the mornin’ hour she calls me. The radio reminds me of my home far away. And drivin’ down the road I get a feelin’ That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday. Country roads, take me home to the place I belong; West Virginia, Mountain Mama. Take me home, country roads. Country roads, take me home to the place I belong; West Virginia, Mountain Mama. Take me home, country roads. Take me home, (down) country roads. Take me home, (down) country roads.