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 wont be the same now that Carters gone EGA 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 Em G A White doves in the hollow I heard somebody say Em G A 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 Em GA D Things will never be the same now that Carters gone EGAD