Bidin’ My Time - Chris Hillman

I’ve seen my old friends in so many places

That I can’t remember the names

And it takes me back home to all of the faces

Where my memories will always remain

I’m just bidin' my time

It’s dust on my saddle it’s and clouds in my mind

I’m just bidin' my time

'till I leave this old city behind

I’m tired of the concret and people so busy

Their life’s nothing more than a flame

And a fire burns inside me in pastures are calling out

Find peace of mind once again

I’m just bidin' my time

It’s dust on my saddle it’s clouds in my mind

I’m just bidin' my time

'till I leave this old city behind

Oh listen to the trees can’t you feel the cool breeze

Isn’t this the ways meant to be

I’m just bidin' my time

'till I leave this old city behind

'till I leave this old city behind