Byrds Just A Season
(Roger McGuinn and Jacques Levy) If all my days was hills to climb And circles without reason If all I was was passing time My life was just a season Dares and dreams and silly schemes And fillies running freely I was young and no song was sung That didn't sound appealing I'd have my fun with a shy girl And maybe hop a train And I'd look back at her standing in the rain Dirty hands and root beer stands And money like a river Making deals to see how it feels To get more than you're giving I'd have my fun with a gamblin' man And bluff him with my face And it's drinks for everybody in the place If all my days was hills to climb And circles without reason If all I was was passing time My life was just a season Instrumental (Electric Guitars) If all my days was hills to climb And circles without reason If all I was was passing time My life was just a season Shouting crowds and mummers shrouds And people going crazy Always said what was in their heads It surely was amazing I had my fun in the bullring And never got a scar It really wasn't hard to be a star If all my days was hills to climb And circles without reason If all I was was passing time My life was just a season If all I was was passing time My life was just a season © BMI
