Americana II

Pretty woman, walking down the street. Pretty woman, the kind I like to meet. Pretty woman. I don't believe you, you're not the true. No one could look as good as you... Mercy. Pretty woman, won't you pardon me ? Pretty woman, I couldn't help by see

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 country roads take me home to the place i belong west virginia mountain momma take me home countr

I want to live, I want to give, I've been a miner for a heart of gold. It's these expressions, I never give That keep me searching for a heart of gold and I'm getting old. Keeps me searching for a heart of gold and I'm getting old. I've been to Holly