Song | Get Back On That Pony |
Artist | Chris LeDoux |
Album | Under This Old Hat |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Connors | |
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... |
zuo ci : Connors | |
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... |
zuò cí : Connors | |
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... |