younger than the mountains, growin like a breeze
Country roads, take me home
younger than the mountains, growin like a breeze
all my memories
gather 'round her
miners lady, stranger to blue water
dark and dusty, painted on the sky
I hear her voice, in the mornin’ hours she calls to mecountry roads
I hear her voice, in the mornin’ hours she calls to me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
and drivin’ down the road I get a feeling