Why Me Ralph

In the beautiful hills way back in Virginia

By the side of his home where he played as a lad

In a deep dark grave Carter lies sleeping

There lies the best friend that I ever had

For twenty one years he travelled this country

Entertaining his friends wherever he roamed

For many thousands he made life brighter

Now he is at rest near his old home

He wrote many songs about the Clinch Mountains

Of mother and dad his friends and home

Through 43 states and many foreign countries

Wherever he travelled his name was known

Now he's at rest in the family graveyard

On top of a hill where the wind blows o'er

he's gone on now but he won't be forgotten

The songs he left will never grow old

He laid down his guitar but he'll always be remembered

On earth for the last time he sung white dove

Forever in heaven Carter will be singing

Singing with the angels in heaven above