Take Me Home, Country Road - Recorded at Spotify Studios NYC Songtext
von Toots & The Maytals

They say I′m looking much younger than the mountain, younger!
I'm the mountain, and I′m the blow
I'm just blowing, I'm just blowing
And I′m just grooving, grooving, grooving oh
Now listen, put your hands together for my band
I′m just grooving like a breeze, oh breeze
Sing it with me

Country road, take me home to that place I belong
West Jamaica, oh my, oh my, my
Won't you to take me home country road?

I hear a voice, in the morning as she calls me
Said, "Son you remind me of my home far away"
I′m driving down the road, feel a sickness
I should have been home yesterday, yesterday, yesterday


All my memories, gathered round I
Mama letting the strangest through the water
And dark and dusty painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, tears drop from my eyes

Country road, take me home, take me to that place I belong
The west Jamaica, oh my oh, my oh, my oh my
(Take me) take me home country road

Country road, take me home to that place I belong
West Jamaica, my, oh, my
Take me home, country road
Country road, take me home to that place I belong
West Jamaica, my oh, my
Take me home, country road

One more time
Country road, take me home to that place I belong
West Jamaica, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my (oh my, oh my)
What a typical home, country road (take me home, country road)