“Carter” By: Fred Eaglesmith
Submitted by: donnie courville <donniecourville@yahoo.com>

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Rifles in the morning   turkeys in the grain
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Desperate boys in windswept fields  runnin for the train
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Skin soaked revelations  Whiskey before  dawn
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It won’t be the same  now that Carter’s gone

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Drive ins on the state line  that high and lonesome sound
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Wake up on that hilltop  Carter’s in the ground
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It makes you kinda hang your head  cry into the dawn
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Cause it won’t be the same  now that Carter’s gone
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White doves in the hollow  I heard somebody say
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Nobody’s ever gonna play those songs that way again

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And I drive thru old Kentucky  tearing thru the gears
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Trying not to think of him thru all my bluegrass tears
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Put that guitar beneath the bus  I can’t play another one
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They don’t sound the same  now that Carter’s gone
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Things will never be the same  now that Carter’s gone

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