The Byrds Just A Season written by Roger McGuinn
Jacques Levy
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
Dares and dreams and silly schemes and fillies running freely
C#m A B7
I was young and there was no song that didn't sound appealing
A B7 E F#m
I'd have my fun with a shy girl and maybe hop a train
A B7 E
And I'd look back at her standing in the rain
E F#m A E
Dirty hands and root beer stands and money like a river
C#m A B7
Making deals to see how it feels to get more than you're giving
A B7 E F#m
I'd have my fun with a gamblin man and bluff him with my face
A B7 E
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
C#m A B7
Always said what was in their heads it surely was amazing
A B7 E F#m
I had my fun in the bull ring and never got a scar
A B7 E
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
Copyright @ 1971 Blackwood Music Inc.,
Patian Music & Jackelope Publishing Co.
From the "Untitled" LP Columbia Records 1970
