| 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 | |
| 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 |