Ok baby keep on, keeping on - ride, ride.........NOW it is time for a little John Denver to get you going:
"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 mem'ries gather 'round her, Miner's lady stranger to blue waters. Dark and dusty painted on the sky, Misty taste of moonshine, tear-drops 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 driving down the road I get a feeling That I should have been home yesterday, Yesterday."
OK enough of that crap - Press on my friend, we are all so proud of you. Stay Safe....
Ok baby keep on, keeping on - ride, ride.........NOW it is time for a little John Denver to get you going:
ReplyDelete"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 mem'ries gather 'round her,
Miner's lady stranger to blue waters.
Dark and dusty painted on the sky,
Misty taste of moonshine, tear-drops 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 driving down the road I get a feeling
That I should have been home yesterday,
Yesterday."
OK enough of that crap - Press on my friend, we are all so proud of you. Stay Safe....