By Ronald Roy Carter (c) 2026 Ronald Roy Carter, RRR Sea Music

Hey Car, Cadillac Car, drivin’ a Cadillac (Car)

Had a dream, wrote a song, ’cause a Cadillac came along

Hey Car, Cadillac Car, drivin’ a Cadillac (Car)
Had that dream, then I woke, buying a Cadillac you go broke

Hey Car, Cadillac Car, drivin’ a Cadillac(Car)

There’s Cadillac Mountain up in Maine, Cadillac Ranch on the Texas Plan, Cadillac, Michigan on the brain
Hey Car…
Lightnin’s fast, Muddy slow – goin’ to a Cadillac auto show

Hey Car, Cadillac Car, drivin’ a Cadillac (Car)

Elvis has pink, Bruce does too – headed to a Cadillac Rendezvous

Hey Car, Cadillac Car, drivin’ a Cadillac (Car)

Unused Verse: Hit the Road, Jack… Kerouac – jump in the back of a Cadillac

By Ronald Roy Carter and Sean Cassidy ©2025 Ronald Roy Carter, RRR Sea Music

Chicken by the roadside ready to go – why he’s gonna cross it, I don’t know
A bird in the bush, but the other one flew – we’re birds of a feather – me and you

You scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours – I’ll open my windows if you open your doors
An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth – what will you trade me for the truth?

Black cat creepin’, what does that mean? Out of nine lives, eight are dreams
Every dog will have its day and you and I will find a way

You scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours – I’ll open my windows if you open your doors
An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth – what will you trade me for the truth?

I don’t care where the buffalo roam as long as the cows all come home
Let’s put the horse before the cart and nothing will keep us apart

You scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours – I’ll open my windows if you open your doors
An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth – what will you trade me for the truth?

Chicken by the roadside ready to go – why he’s gonna cross it, I don’t know
No, I don’t

By Ronald Roy Carter ©2026 Ronald Roy Carter, RRR Sea Music

I’ll grab my western duds, my cowboy boots and hat
My jingle jangle spurs – strappin’ on my chaps
I’ll saddle up my horse, she used to be a stray
Now I’m her only Ranger, “Hi-Ho Silver, away!”

I’m going to Cowboy College to get my degree
I’m going to my P, my h, and my D, D, D

I’ll settle any squabbles down at the saloon
Let’s talk this over Pardner, tomorrow at High Noon

I’m going to Cowboy College to get my degree
I’m going to my P, my h, and my D, D, D

We’ll gather ‘round the fire to share a tale or song
And the moral is…“Little Doggies get along”
Spoken: “Why can’t we get along (Rodney)?”

I’m going to Cowboy College to get my degree
I’m going to my P, my h, and my D, D, D

Yahoo, Yipee, Yeehaw

By Ronald Roy Carter ©2026 Ronald Roy Carter, RRR Sea Music

 The Father he will till the fertile earth
Day after season with all he’s worth
The Mother she will keep
Those seedlings very deep
Then later on in time give them birth

Banners fly from every cast wall
Jousters, Jokers, and Jesters in their stalls
Field in golden glowing light
With not a cloud in sight
Princess, Paupers, and Pawns come one, come all

Congregate upon this eve so hallow
When the sun surrenders to the shadow
Touch the power that’s within
Then magic will begin
With moon above and flame from the tallow

See the lonely riders on ghostly horses
The wind that drives them on is so remorseless
They ride with terrible speed
A lightning quick stampede
And then they disappear into the forest

By Ronald Roy Carter ©2026 Ronald Roy Carter, RRR Sea Music

Why don’t you play out of Earshot, why don’t you play far away
Just be brave and take the potshots and then act like it’s OK

‘cause your Mama said you should and your Daddy said you should
And your brother and your sister and everyone in the neighborhood said…

Take your things to the corner, that’s the place where you should stay
Go pretend you are a mourner, then get on your knees and pray

‘cause your Mama said you should and your Daddy said you should
And your brother and your sister and everyone in the neighborhood said…

Drop your dreams in a lockbox, don’t let them see the light of day
Bury your wishes in a sandbox and let the sand blow away

SOLO

Why don’t you play out of Earshot, why don’t you play far away

‘cause your Mama said you should and your Daddy said you should
And your brother and your sister and everyone in the neighborhood said…

Why don’t you play out of Earshot (fade out)

I’m gonna play within Earshot – no matter what they have to say
I’ll give it everything I’ve got – I’ll shout out “hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!”

I’m gonna play within Earshot, HEY! (3x)
I’m gonna play!

By Ronald Roy Carter ©2026 Ronald Roy Carter, RRR Sea Music

My Mama’s from New Jersey, my Pappy’s from Vermont
They met at Smugglers’ Notch and I am what they got

Born in Mud Season, in a Sugarhouse
Delivered by Doc Dempsey with help from Mogul Mouse

The Flatlander Woodchuck, I guess it’s just my luck
Stuck between a mountain and a mighty flat place
The Flatlander Wood… CHUCK

I learned to hunt at Deer Camp, went fishin’ in a stream
Came back to Smugglers’ Notch to join the Ski Club Team

The Flatlander Woodchuck, I guess it’s just my luck
Stuck between a mountain and a mighty flat place
The Flatlander Wood… CHUCK

A lumberjack with a laptop, you might say I log on
But I’m not a bump on a log of a log that I’m upon

The Flatlander Woodchuck, I guess it’s just my luck
Stuck between a mountain and a mighty flat place
The Flatlander Wood… 
I was talkin’ to my friend Charlie
Sometimes I call him Charlie
Sometimes I call him Charles
Sometimes I call him… CHUCK!

I’ll leave you with these words: Golly Darn, Jeezum Crow
How do you do? Good ‘n you? Goodbye I gotta go

How much wood could a Woodchuck chuck?
How much wood could a Woodchuck chuck?
How much wood could a Woodchuck chuck?
If a Woodchuck could chuck wood
Oh, about enough for a Pick-em-up Truck, Chuck!

By Ronald Roy Carter © 2026 Ronald Roy Carter, RRR Sea Music

 Her body is the temple – its breathing is the prayer
With heartbeats that’re summoning, they call me to be there
The scent of her body is incense and candles in her eyes
With just one look upon my love – my spirit it can fly

I worship a Goddess – a Goddess of Nature
Her feeling – her meaning – her being, oh yeah

This mountain is my chapel, the rocky slopes make pews
With holy water all around inside the morning dew
The trees are the congregation, and wind and stream the choir
A rainbow rising up above – an altar in the sky

I worship the Goddess – the Goddess of Nature
Her feeling – her meaning – her being, oh yeah

By Ronald Roy Carter © 2026 Ronald Roy Carter, RRR Sea Music

Gutter Punks on Hippie Hill, they’ve got themselves and time to kill
Gutter Punks are always fleeing, hardly there, barely being

A tribe of angry spawn – living off America’s waste
No one to depend upon – all ties have been erased

Gutter Punks at Washed Up Shores – what is theirs, once was yours
Gutter Punks are huffing paint – they chase the high… unholy saints

A tribe of angry spawn – living off America’s waste
No one to depend upon – all ties have been erased

CONJECTURE: Many years ago, Robo might’ve been a hobo, or Bohemian
Viper might’ve been a Dallas Sniper, windshield wiper
Filth and Scraps might’ve been filthy rich or shooting Craps

 Gutter Punks down Dead End Street – wasted eyes and aimless feet
Gutter Punks in every city – they need a reason not our pity

A tribe of angry spawn – living off America’s waste
No one to depend upon – all ties have been erased

Gutter Punks, Gutter Punks, Gutter Punks…

By Ronald Roy Carter ©2026 Ronald Roy Carter, RRR Sea Music

Her Hands flutter like birds
They trace a path with each of her words
Her Hands grooming a horse
A touch so gentle yet with such force

Her Hands so fair and very fine
They make me happy when they’re in mine

Her Hands stitching a quilt
Her needle conducts a delicate lilt
Her Hands fixing a fence
Making something out of nonsense

Her Hands so fair and very fine
They make me happy when they’re in mine

Her Hands painting a scene
Finding colors inside her dream
Her Hands beating a drum
The pulse of her world beginning to hum

Her Hands so fair and very fine
They make me happy when they’re in mine

Her Hands holding a cup
When the tea is cold, she drinks it all up

By Ronald Roy Carter ©2025 Ronald Roy Carter

Delirious – the withered trees
I wonder if I’m wise
Epiphanes like lonely leaves
They dance away and die

Himalayan Lowland, Siberian Snowman
Himalayan Lowland – above ten below

Mysterious – the winter skies
I think I see a sign
The memories that come to me
Maybe they are mine

Himalayan Lowland, Siberian Snowman
Himalayan Lowland – above ten below

Imperious – the winds that blow
I heave a heavy sigh
The elegies play silently
They somehow sympathize

Himalayan Lowland, Siberian Snowman
Himalayan Lowland – above ten below

Bitter is the night, bitten by frostbite
Icy, lonely lake – I see a snowflake

Himalayan Lowland

By Ronald Roy Carter ©2026 Ronald Roy Carter, RRR Sea Music

 I lost my train – trackin’ through my brain
I lost my train – it’s drivin’ me insane

Hey Superman, let me meet your friend Lois Lane

I lost my train – trackin’ through my brain
I lost my train – it’s drivin’ me insane

Hey Queen of Soul, tell me ‘bout those fools in a chain

I lost my train – trackin’ through my brain
I lost my train – it’s drivin’ me insane

Train in Vain, Mystery Train, Freedom Train, Peace Train, Love Train
Groovy Train, Gravy Train, Crazy Train, My Baby Takes the Morning Train
All on board The Night Train, Take the A Train, John Coltrane
The Orange Blossom Special, the Wabash Cannonball
The City of New Orleans, and the Midnight Train to Georgia (hoo-hoo)
And every single Train on the Monopoly Board

Hey Weathervane, is the rain in Spain mainly in the plain?

I lost my train – trackin’ through my brain
I lost my train – it’s drivin’ me insane 
Oh, I know I, oh I Lost My Train

Clickety clack down the track
Lookin’ for my chicken shack
Don’t know when I’m coming back…
I lost my train… (hoo-hoo), I lost my train… (hoo-hoo)
Drivin’ that train … (hoo-hoo)
The Rock Island Line
I lost my train – This Train

By Ronald Roy Carter ©2026 Ronald Roy Carter, RRR Sea Music

My mind and mouth don’t always match (3x)

My angry lips let loose a busload of abuse
The words sped past my mind, they should have stayed behind

My brain was still in bed – what were those words I said
Some nouns with verbs between, but it was a bad dream

My mind and mouth don’t always match
An open door without a latch
Like broken eggs, no time to hatch
My mind and mouth don’t always match

When thoughts come out stillborn and not yet fully formed
I wonder what on earth gave those thoughts a birth

Ideas I have stated were not so orchestrated
I was out of tune, I really spoke too soon

My mind and mouth don’t always match
An open door without a latch
Like broken eggs, no time to hatch
My mind and mouth don’t always match

My angry lips let loose a busload of abuse
The words sped past my… mind… and mouth

By Ronald Roy Carter ©2026 Ronald Roy Carter, RRR Sea Music

For Kit Faragher 12/4/1967-9/11/2001

Mary and Beth shared stories
Of humble times and glories
And there is no tribute to fit
Except to remember Kit

Remember Kit, Remember Kit

Family, friends and strangers
Life holds wonders and dangers
But there is no tribute to fit
Except to remember Kit

Remember Kit, Remember Kit

Who can ever know the time
What’s the reason to the rhyme
Still, there is no tribute to fit
Except to remember Kit

Remember Kit, Remember Kit

I never even met her
Yet I will not forget her
There is no tribute to fit
Except to remember Kit

Remember Kit, Remember Kit
Remember Kit

By Ronald Roy Carter (c) 2026 Ronald Roy Carter, RRR Sea Music

Rich Feet dance, Poor Feet prance
Round and round room
Rich Feet dance, Poor Feet prance
The Piper calls the tune

Princes and Paupers
And Sons and Daughters
A Gallery of Fools

Rich Feet dance, Poor Feet prance
The Dish leaves with the Spoon

Minuet, pirouette
And a silhouette
Of a pas de deux

Rich Feet dance, Poor Feet prance
The Knife cuts out too soon

Princes and Paupers
And Sons and Daughters
A Gallery of Fools

Rich Feet dance, Poor Feet prance
Round and round the tomb
Rich Feet dance, Poor Feet prance
The Piper calls the tune
And then he drops the boom

BOOM!

By Ronald Roy Carter ©2026 Ronald Roy Carter, RRR Sea Music

My mantra ain’t doin’ the trick
Neither is my sandalwood stick
Yoga’s got me upside down
I feel like a cosmic clown

My temple has fallen to ruin
I don’t know what my guru is doin’
Then Zen is bogglin’ my brain
I musta missed my astral plane

So won’t you take me to Nirvana
Take me to Nirvana
Hey Mystic Mama
Come take me, take me
Take me to Nirvana

I’ve been to the Holy Land
From there I have been banned
I wanted me a burger to chow
But they all said “Holy Cow!”

So won’t you take me to Nirvana
Take me to Nirvana
Hey Mystic Mama
Come take me, take me
Take me to Nirvana

OM… peanut butter, OM… grape jelly
OM… white bread, OM… in my belly

So won’t you take me to Nirvana
Take me to Nirvana
Hey Mystic Mama
Come take me, take me
Take me to Nirvana

 Nirvana, Arizona, U.S.A.