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Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue Ridge mountains, Shenandoah River
How did it get like this? He was young, only 17.
Yet he was dying.
And he knew.
Life is old there, older then the trees.
Younger then the mountains, growin' like a breeze.
He marched into that battle, not knowing if he would come out.
He left everything behind.
Everything.
Country roads, take me home.
To a place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain momma.
Take me home, country roads.
The youngest of seven, but the most mature.
He had been left behind, why was he sad?
He missed his home.
All my memories gathered 'round her.
Miner's lady, stranger to blue water.
The only person cared was Rude.
But Rude was on the ground twenty feet away bleeding out.
And he was now taking on rouge soldier himself.
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky.
Misty taste of moonshine.
Teardrop in my eye.
He wanted to go home.
He knew he couldn't.
If he just hadn't taken that offer.
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads.
But then he wouldn't be who he is now.
A strong, smart, mostly independent young man
Who's loving husband lay dead in the rain.
I hear her voice
In the mornin' when she calls me
The radio reminds me
Of my home far away.
He missed his mother.
His sisters.
There was a record player in his apartment that he would play John Denver records on at night.
The native born scott was a huge fan.
And drivin' down the road
I get a feelin'
That I should have been home
Yesterday, yesterday
At this very moment, he had a John Denver playing through his head.
He walked closer to where the rouge soldier were hiding and let the words flow.
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads.
He knew he was going to die.
It was twelve against one very very scared teenager.
But still he moved closer.
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads.
He brought his gun up and aimed.
He didn't even get a chance to put his finger on the trigger.
And then they opened fire.
And that was how Reno Sinclair's short life ended.
Take Me Home, Country Roads