C#m G#m A B7 E If all my days were hills to climb and circles without reasonC#m G#m A B7 E If all I was just passing time my life was just a seasonE F#m A E Dares and dreams and silly schemes and fillies running freelyC#m A B7 I was young and there was no song that didn't sound appealingA B7 E F#m I'd have my fun with a shy girl and maybe hop a trainA B7 E And I'd look back at her standing in the rainE F#m A E^? Dirty hands and root beer stands and money like a riverC#m A B7 Making deals to see how it feels to get more than you're givingA B7 E F#m I'd have my fun with a gamblin man and bluff him with my faceA B7 E And it's drinks for everybody in the placeC#m G#m A B7 E If all my days were hills to climb and circles without reasonC#m G#m A B7 E If all I was just passing time my life was just a seasonE F#m A E Shouting crowds and mummers shrouds and people going crazyC#m A B7 Always said what was in their heads it surely was amazingA B7 E F#m I had my fun in the bull ring and never got a scarA B7 E It really wasn't hard to be a starC#m G#m A B7 E If all my days were hills to climb and circles without reasonC#m G#m A B7 E If all I was just passing time my life was just a season Copyright @ 1971 Blackwood Music Inc., Patian Music & Jackelope Publishing Co. >From the "Untitled" LP Columbia Records 1970
Just a Season
The Byrds
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