People who have bad times   Write hard luck songs   But when their days are green   They think about love   Sunshine, flowers in a garden   Did I bump you sir?   I'm beggin' your pardon   Have you seen such a day?   Let's begin it by startin'   And rollin' down the hills with me      People who have short hair   Write short hair songs   But when their hair gets long   They think about winding it around in daisy chains   Waitin' for the showers   Just to wash it in the rain   Have you seen such hair?   Well let the wind play   As you're rollin' down the hills with me      People who have no hills   Write songs about plains   But if that's not what you want to do   Well you can jump aboard a bus   Or boat or wooden canoe   I know just the mountain   That's been waitin' for you   To write songs about the peaks   And the beautiful views   As you're rollin' down the hills with me