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...