Friday, February 29, 2008

Friday PSTSS: "If I Had a Boat"

This is probably apocryphal (if it comes from an interview, it's not one I've been able to find online anywhere), but supposedly when Lyle Lovett was asked about this song--from his excellent early album Pontiac, though you can also get it on collections like Cowboy Man--he said it was inspired by his childhood confusion over what he wanted to be when he grew up: a pirate, or a cowboy? Much as I doubt the story, I sure hope it's true. It's perfect! After all, what do most little boys want to do? To go after those open spaces, that's what, whether they be the distant horizon or the Texas plains. Why compromise? You don't need a masked ranger to make you do some dirty job, and you definitely don't need a Dale to domesticate you and make you clean up after yourself--you're young and free, you can move like lightning and leave no tracks behind you, and you can take your pony on your boat and ride him and take care of him and watch movies with him and steer across the open seas to your hearts content. Take that, Mr. Grow-Up-and-Take-Your-Place-in-Society!

I mock the individualist mentality here plenty, because I don't agree with it philosophically and because I think it's often harmful. But that doesn't mean I'd like to extinguish it: it's part of the modern package, an inheritance of millions of people struggling for hundreds of years to figure out social systems where, dammit, they can go buy a pony and boat if that's their dream. Lyle here is a poet of that sensibility, that longing which, at its best, is a mature, responsible, quiet insistence (if not defiance) that is a reminder to us all. So take it away, Mr. Lovett, you and all my Texan and libertarian friends (one of whom first introduced me to this song years ago, during a long drive across west Texas from Dallas to San Angelo). I probably won't ever join you on that boat, but hell, sometimes even I would just like to ride or sail away.

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 ass 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.

3 comments:

  1. Escape by the sea and on ponies are referenced elsewhere in the Lovett body of work:

    All my friends told me she was too young
    Well I knew that myself and I tried to run
    But the faster I ran the more I fell behind
    Because she'd already made up her mind

    Now there is nothing so deep as the ocean
    And there is nothing so high as the sky
    And there is nothing so unwavering as a woman
    When she's already made up her mind

    So now she's sitting at one end of the kitchen table
    And she is staring without an expression
    And she is talking to me without moving her eyes
    Because she's already made up her mind

    And she said something about going home
    And she said something about needing to spend some time alone
    And she wondered out loud what it was she had to find
    But she'd already made up her mind

    So my friend carry me down to the water's edge
    And then sail with me out to that ocean deep
    And let me go easy down over the side
    And remember me to her

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    Now a young girl
    She don't know when she's lying
    But a woman
    Great God she knows how it's done
    So mama before I go
    There's just one thing on my mind
    Which way does that old pony run

    And how much is that saddle
    And a straight shooting gun
    Which way does that old pony run

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  2. Harl, thanks for the shout out to "Which Way Does that Old Pony Run," another awesome Lovett tune. But I'm not placing the other song; what is it, and where is it from?

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  3. "She's already made up her mind" is on the later album Joshua Judges Ruth. JJR is probably my favorite LL album but If I had a Boat was one of the first country songs I learned and Pontiac one of the first three country cassettes I ever bought. (The other two were Dwight Yoakum Guitars Cadillacs etc. etc. and the Garth Brooks album with Friends in Low Places.) I love the similar John Flynn song on his kids album Love Takes a Whole Box of Crayons.


    Last night on the late late show I saw old Errol Flynn
    Swash his buckle with Olivia Dehavaland
    I fell asleep and dreamed I had a moustache pencil-thin
    A tall ship and a star to light my way

    Sail, sail, sail, sail away
    Sail, sail, sail, sail away
    I don't know why it is
    But sometimes I do wish
    That I could sail, sail, sail, sail away

    When I was a kid with every birthday I'd barrage
    My parents with requests to put down hay in our garage
    And buy the palomino I'd ride straight back into Dodge
    Sometimes I still wish I could ride away

    Ride, ride, ride, ride away
    Ride, ride, ride, ride away
    I don't know why it is
    But sometimes I do wish
    That I could ride, ride, ride, ride away

    Maybe I'd just take a ride out to the edge of town
    Or maybe I'd go far enough to prove the world was round
    When troubles that I left behind and troubles that I found
    Are just the same... Just the same...

    I was still a boy when I first saw an eagle soar
    I'd have give anything to wear the wings he wore
    And fly so high that nothing really mattered anymore
    Except the wind and sun upon my face

    Fly, fly, fly, fly away
    Fly, fly, fly, fly away
    I don't know why it is
    But sometimes I do wish
    That I could fly, fly, fly, fly away

    Sail, sail, sail, sail away
    Sail, sail, sail, sail away
    I don't know why it is
    But sometimes I do wish
    That I could sail, sail, sail, sail away

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