C#mG#mAB7E
If all my days were hills to climb and circles without reason
C#mG#mAB7E
If all I was just passing time my life was just a season
EF#mAE
Dares and dreams and silly schemes and fillies running freely
C#mAB7
I was young and there was no song that didn't sound appealing
AB7EF#m
I'd have my fun with a shy girl and maybe hop a train
AB7E
And I'd look back at her standing in the rain
EF#mAE^?
Dirty hands and root beer stands and money like a river
C#mAB7
Making deals to see how it feels to get more than you're giving
AB7EF#m
I'd have my fun with a gamblin man and bluff him with my face
AB7E
And it's drinks for everybody in the place
C#mG#mAB7E
If all my days were hills to climb and circles without reason
C#mG#mAB7E
If all I was just passing time my life was just a season
EF#mAE
Shouting crowds and mummers shrouds and people going crazy
C#mAB7
Always said what was in their heads it surely was amazing
AB7EF#m
I had my fun in the bull ring and never got a scar
AB7E
It really wasn't hard to be a star
C#mG#mAB7E
If all my days were hills to climb and circles without reason
C#mG#mAB7E
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