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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
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 mummer's 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 was hills to climb and circles without reason
If all I was was passing time my life was just a season
Just a Season was written by Jacques Levy & Roger McGuinn.
Just a Season was produced by Jim Dickson & Terry Melcher.
The Byrds released Just a Season on Mon Sep 14 1970.