Fred Eaglesmith - Carter
Capo 3
Intro D
D Em
Rifles in the morning turkeys in the grain
G A
Desperate boys in windswept fields runnin for the train
D Em
Skin soaked revelations Whiskey before dawn
G A D
It won’t be the same now that Carter’s gone
Em G A
Drive ins on the state line that high and lonesome sound
Wake up on that hilltop Carter’s in the ground
It makes you kinda hang your head cry into the dawn
Cause it won’t be the same now that Carter’s gone
Em G A
White doves in the hollow I heard somebody say
Em G A
Nobody’s 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 can’t play another one
They don’t sound the same now that Carter’s gone
Em G A D
Things will never be the same now that Carter’s gone
Em G A D
