Peppmusik

Get back on that pony- detta är min pepplåt när det känns lite jobbigt, vad som helst så är det en peppande text.






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 love threw you down off the side
Stand up again shake it off if you can 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...

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Right now I feel bucked off so hard, will I ever dust my blue jeans off and get back in the saddle. This is the place start over and getting back upp there is half the battle, I tried, I really tried. But it all ended up with my clinig so tight to that saddle horn, it didn't paid, not at all.




When I've lost faith with the first pony, can I really start whole over and get back in a new saddle with a new pony, race with the wind and hope it's pays of....?




Note, this has really nothing to do with a pony, it's just a metafor.