Carter’s Groove
Old man Carter by the river bend
Fixing up a tackle that'll never mend
Copper kettle boiling on the morning coal
Cigarette paper and a quiet soul
He don't say much till the sun
dips down
Singing Carter, where'd the seasons go?
Rolling down the valley like an undertow
Keep your hands upon the cedar pine
Counting up the water,
running out of time (ooh-ooh)
Sawmill shut back in seventy-nine
Left his heavy boots along the county line
He keeps a faded portrait on the mantel shelf
Talking to the timber like he talks to himself
Just another winter on the red
clay hill
Singing Carter, where'd the seasons go?
Rolling down the valley like an undertow
Keep your hands upon the cedar pine
Counting up the water,
running out of time (running out of time)
Wood smoke drifting through the white oak leaves
Nothing stays as steady as the wind in the trees
Oh, Carter,
where'd the seasons go?
Rolling down the valley like an undertow
Keep your hands upon the cedar pine
Counting up the water,
running out
of time
Running out of time (ah-ha)