Seven years old on a gold Palomino 
Well, 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 
And 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
And threw you down off the side
Stand up again, shake it off if you can
And 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
Getting 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 if you can
And get back on that pony and ride
Get back on that pony and ride