Almost heaven, West Virginia Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River Life is old there, older than the trees Younger than the mountains, growin' like a breeze
All my mem'ries gather' round her Miner's lady, stranger to blue water Dark and dusty, painted on the sky Misty taste the moonshine, teardrop in my eye
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