| C#m | G#m | A | B7 | E | |
| If | all my days were | hills to climb and | circles with | out | 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 f | reely |
| C#m | A | B7 | |
| I was young and there | was no song that | didn't sound appeali | ng |
| 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 g | iving |
| A | B7 | E | F#m | |
| I'd h | ave my fun with a | gamblin man and | bluff him with my | face |
| A | B7 | E | |
| And it's | drinks for everyb | ody in the | place |
| C#m | G#m | A | B7 | E | |
| If | all my days were | hills to climb and | circles witho | ut reas | on |
| 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 amazi | ng |
| A | B7 | E | F#m | |
| I h | ad my fun in the | bull ring and | never got a | scar |
| A | B7 | E | |
| It r | eally wasn't | hard to be a | star |
| C#m | G#m | A | B7 | E | |
| If | all my days were | hills to climb and | circles with | out | 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 |