In the beautiful hills way back in Virginia
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By the side of his home where he played as a lad
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In a deep dark grave Carter lies sleeping
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There lies the best friend that I ever had
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For twenty one years he travelled this country
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Entertaining his friends wherever he roamed
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For many thousands he made life brighter
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Now he is at rest near his old home
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He wrote many songs about the Clinch Mountains
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Of mother and dad his friends and home
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Through 43 states and many foreign countries
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Wherever he travelled his name was known
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Now he's at rest in the family graveyard
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On top of a hill where the wind blows o'er
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he's gone on now but he won't be forgotten
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The songs he left will never grow old
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He laid down his guitar but he'll always be remembered
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On earth for the last time he sung white dove
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Forever in heaven Carter will be singing
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Singing with the angels in heaven above
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Why Me Ralph
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Stanley Brothers |