Intro: G A D
D
Talking to myself again
A
And wondering if this traveling is good
Is there something else a' doing
D
We'd be doing if we could
G A D
And ah, the stories we can tell
G A D
And if it all blows up and goes to Hell
G A D G
I can still see us sitting on a bed in some motel
D A D
Listening to the stories we can tell
D
Remember that guitar in a museum in Tennessee
A
The nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies
D G
And the scratches on the face told of all the times he’d fell
D A D
Singing every story he could tell
G A D
And ah, the stories he could tell
G A D
And I'll bet you it still rings like a bell
G A D G
And I wish that we could sit back on a bed in some motel
D A D
And listen to the stories it could tell
G A D
D
So if you're on the road a-tracking down your every night
A
And singing for a living ‘neath the brightly colored lights
D G
And if you ever wonder why you ride this carousel
D A D
Eh you did it for the stories you could tell
G A D
And ah, the stories we can tell
G A D
And I wouldn't kid a man I like so well
G A D G
And I wish that we could sit back on a bed in some motel
D A D
And listen to the stories we can tell
G A D
And ah, the stories we can tell
G A D
And if it all blows up and goes to Hell
G A D G
I can still see us sitting on a bed in some motel
D A D
Just listening to the stories we can tell
G A D
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