If all my days were hills to climb and circles without reason
C#m G#m A B7 EIf all I was just passing time my life was just a season
E F#m A EDares and dreams and silly schemes and fillies running freely
I was young and there was no song that didn't sound appealing
A B7 E F#mI'd have my fun with a shy girl and maybe hop a train
A B7 EAnd 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 B7Making deals to see how it feels to get more than you're giving
A B7 E F#mI'd have my fun with a gamblin man and bluff him with my face
And it's drinks for everybody in the place
C#m G#m A B7 EIf all my days were hills to climb and circles without reason
C#m G#m A B7 EIf all I was just passing time my life was just a season
Shouting crowds and mummers shrouds and people going crazy
C#m A B7Always said what was in their heads it surely was amazing
A B7 E F#mI had my fun in the bull ring and never got a scar
It really wasn't hard to be a star
C#m G#m A B7 EIf all my days were hills to climb and circles without reason
C#m G#m A B7 EIf all I was just passing time my life was just a season
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