Just a Season

The Byrds

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If all my days were hills to climb and circles without reason
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If all I was just passing time my life was just a season
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Dares and dreams and silly schemes and fillies running freely
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I was young and there was no song that didn't sound appealing
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I'd have my fun with a shy girl and maybe hop a train
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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
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Making deals to see how it feels to get more than you're giving
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I'd have my fun with a gamblin man and bluff him with my face
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And it's drinks for everybody in the place
   C#m              G#m                A            B7     E
If all my days were hills to climb and circles without reason
   C#m            G#m             A        B7     E
If all I was just passing time my life was just a season
E                   F#m                 A            E
Shouting crowds and mummers shrouds and people going crazy
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Always said what was in their heads it surely was amazing
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I had my fun in the bull ring and never got a scar
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It really wasn't hard to be a star
   C#m              G#m               A            B7  E
If all my days were hills to climb and circles without reason
   C#m           G#m              A        B7     E
If all I was just passing time my life was just a season