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Written by Roger McGuinn and Jacques LevyIf all my days was hills to climb and circles without reasonIf all I was was passing time, my life was just a seasonDares and dreams and silly schemes and fillies running freelyI was young and no song was sung that didn't sound appealingI'd have my fun with a shy girl and maybe hop a trainAnd I'd look back at her standing in the rainDirty hands and root beer stands and money like a riverMaking deals to see how it feels to get more than you're givingI'd have my fun with a gamblin man and bluff him with my faceAnd it's drinks for everybody in the placeIf all my days was hills to climb and circles without reasonIf all I was was passing time my life was just a seasonIf all my days was hills to climb and circles without reasonIf all I was was passing time my life was just a seasonShouting crowds and mummer's shrouds and people going crazyAlways said what was in their heads it surely was amazingI had my fun in the bull ring and never got a scarIt really wasn't hard to be a starIf all my days was hills to climb and circles without reasonIf all I was was passing time my life was just a season