Carter Lyrics

Fred Eaglesmith - Carter
Intro D
Rifles in the morning turkeys in the grain
Desperate boys in windswept fields runnin for the train
Skin soaked revelations Whiskey before dawn
It wont be the same now that Carters gone
Drive ins on the state line that high and lonesome sound
Wake up on that hilltop Carters in the ground
It makes you kinda hang your head cry into the dawn
Cause it wont be the same now that Carters gone
White doves in the hollow I heard somebody say
Nobodys ever gonna play those songs that way again
And I drive thru old Kentucky tearing thru the gears
Trying not to think of him through all my bluegrass tears
Put that guitar beneath the bus I cant play another one
They dont sound the same now that Carters gone
Things will never be the same now that Carters gone