If all my days were hills to climb and circles without reason If all I was just passing time my life was just a season Dares and dreams and silly schemes and fillies running freely I was young and there was no song 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 were hills to climb and circles without reason If all I was just passing time my life was just a season Shouting crowds and mummers 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 were hills to climb and circles without reason 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