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If I Had A Boat
by Lyle Lovett

If I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat

If I were Roy Rogers
I'd sure enough be single
I couldn't bring myself to marrying old Dale
It'd just be me and trigger
We'd go riding through them movies
Then we'd buy a boat and on the sea we'd sail

And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat

The mystery masked man was smart
He got himself a Tonto
'Cause Tonto did the dirty work for free
But Tonto he was smarter
And one day said kemo sabe
Kiss my *** I bought a boat
I'm going out to sea

And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat

And if I were like lightning
I wouldn't need no sneakers
I'd come and go wherever I would please
And I'd scare 'em by the shade tree
And I'd scare 'em by the light pole
But I would not scare my pony on my boat out on the sea

And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat
 

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Another of my favorite lines comes from a lesser-known Dwight Yoakam song, "South of Cincinnati" :


(Chorus)
If you ever get south of Cincinnati
down where the dogwood trees grow
If you ever get south of the Mason-Dixon
to the home you left so long ago
If you ever get south of the Ohio River
down where Dixieland begins
If you ever get south of Cincinnati
I'll be yours again

She pulled the letter from the pages of her Bible
And a rose pressed inside the book of Luke
For fourteen years she'd write each day but keep it hidden
Refused to even speak his name but still she wrote
(Chorus)

In a lonely, gray apartment in Chicago
A cigarette lies drowning in a glass of gin
He lays there drunk, but it won't matter drunk or sober
He'll never read the words that pride won't let her send
(Chorus)
 
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