Capo 3
IntroDDEm
Rifles in the morning turkeys in the grain
GA
Desperate boys in windswept fields runnin for the train
DEm
Skin soaked revelations Whiskey before dawn
GAD
It won’t be the same now that Carter’s gone
EmGA
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
EmGA
White doves in the hollow I heard somebody say
EmGA
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
EmGAD
Things will never be the same now that Carter’s gone
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.