seven years old on a gold palomino i sat up tall with my face to the wind i d seen the rodeo cowboys in reno so i dug in my boot heels and pulled on the reins and blaze he took off a running he threw me down off the side then my uncle jim picked me up once again said get back on that pony and ride get back on that pony and ride so lift up your head boy i know how you re feeling you say you won t ride with a chance you might lose you fallen from love and your head is still reeling your heart and your pride have been shaken and bruised like blaze she took off a running love threw you down off the side but stand up again shake it off if you can then get back on that pony and ride get back on that pony and ride  i m not saying forget what you lost i suppose there s a purpose in pain what we make of ourselves has a cost and it s paid every time we take hold of the reins so dust off your blue jeans get back in the saddle losing s a place to start over again gettin back up there is half of the battle and love like a pony should race with the wind and like blaze it takes off a running it may throw you down off the side stand up again shake it off you can and get back on that pony and ride get back on that pony and ride