Talkin' to myself again And wondering if this traveling is good Is there something else a-doing We'd be doing if we could
But ahh the stories we can tell And if it all blows up and goes to hell I can still see her sitting on a bed in some motel Listening to some stories we can tell
Remember that guitar in a museum in Tennessee The name laid on the glass brought back plenty melodies And the scratches on the face told of all the times he fell Singing all the stories he could tell
And all the stories he could tell And I'll bet you it still rings like a bell And I wish we could sit back on a bed in some motel And listen to the stories it could tell
So if you're on the road or tracking down your every night And singing for the living 'Neath the brightly colored lights And if you ever wonder why you ride the carousel You did it for the stories you could tell
And all the stories we could tell And before we have to say our last farewell Well I wish we could sit back on a bed of some motel And listen to all the stories we could tell
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