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 And like Blaze she took off a running...
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...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
