The Byrds – Just A Season (Guitar)

   C#m              G#m                 A           B7  E
If all my days were hills to climb, and circles without reason

   C#m            G#m              A        B7     E    Esus4 E
If all I was, was passing time, my life was just a season

E                    F#m                A               E
Dares and dreams and silly schemes, and fillies running freely

                   C#m                 A              B7
I was young and no song was sung, that didn't sound appealing

    A                  B7            E           F#m
I'd have my fun with a shy girl, and maybe hop a train

        A                B7              E  Esus4 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 giving

    A                  B7                E                 F#m
I'd have my fun with a gambling man, and bluff him with my face

         A               B7          E   Esus4 E
And it's drinks for everybody in the place

   C#m              G#m                A          B7   E
If all my days were hills to climb and circles without reason

   C#m            G#m              A        B7     E    Esus4 E
If all I was, was passing time, my life was just a season

   C#m              G#m                A          B7   E
If all my days were hills to climb and circles without reason

   C#m            G#m              A        B7     E    Esus4 E
If all I was, was 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 amazing

  A                 B7             E           F#m
I had my fun in the bull ring, and never got a scar

   A             B7           E
It really wasn't hard to be a star

   C#m              G#m                 A           B7  E
If all my days were hills to climb, and circles without reason

   C#m            G#m              A        B7     E    Esus4 E
If all I was, was passing time, my life was just a season

   C#m            G#m              A        B7     E    Esus4 E Esus4 E
If all I was, was passing time, my life was just a season