In honour of their trip down Blueridge Parkway, I thought we'd kick off with a song. All together now -
Almost heaven, in the third car
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
We look old here, older than the trees
Eye bags bigger than the mountains, glowin ‘pink in the breeze
Country roads, take us home
To the place we belong
Flur-ee-dah, mountain mama
Take us home, country roads
All us cases gathered ‘round here
20 t-shirts from 1990,
Creased on hangers, Walmart cookie
Misty taste of A&W, ashes in my wallet
Country roads, take us home
To the place we belong
Flur-ee-duh, mountain mama
Take us home, country roads
I hear free accommodation on the mornin' hour, she calls me
And reminds me us love a pensioner with a villa
Drivin' down the road, us get a feelin'
That us should've been there yesterday, yesterday
25,000 Bonvoy points wasted, yesterday
But the lean cuisine was okay
Flur-ee-duh, mountain mama
Take us home, country roads
Country roads, take us home
To the place that is freeeee
Us is so excited, we have a sheep in North Carolina
There we’ll get us a whole meal each -
The Revolt card can stay in us one wallet
We can go right to bed at the motel hell-a
Take us home, (down) country roads