The Byrds Just A Season written by Roger McGuinn/Jacques Levy
If all my days were hills to climb and circles without reason
If all I was just passing time my life was just a season
Dares and dreams and silly schemes and fillies running freely
I was young and there was no song 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
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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 were hills to climb and circles without reason
If all I was just 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 bull ring and never got a scar
It really wasn't hard to be a star
If all my days were hills to climb and circles without reason
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