Andu wrote:How about...Almost heaven, West Pok Muntains
Grey rich mountains, there are no river.
Life is old there, older than the hematite,
Younger than the mountains, growing like a breeze.
Cantr roads, take me home,
To the place where I belong,
West Pok Mountains, mountain mama.
Take me home, Cantr roads.
All my mem'ries gather 'round her,
Miner's lady never seen blue waters.
Dark and dusty painted on the sky,
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrops in my eye.
Country roads, take me ...
I hear her voice, in the mornin' hour she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away.
And driving down the road I get a feeling
That I should have been home yesterday,
Yesterday.
I love it.