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Intro

Talkin' to myself again

 Wonderin' if this travellin' is good

Is there somethin' else a' doin'

 We'd be doin' if we could

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  But ah, the stories we could tell

  And if it all blows up and goes to Hell

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I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel

  Listen to the stories we could tell

Stared at that guitar in that museum in Tennessee

 Nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies

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Scars upon the face told of all the times he fell

Singin' all the stories he could tell

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Ah, the stories he could tell

And I'll bet you it still rings like a bell

I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel

And listen to the stories it could tell

So if you're on the road trackin' down your every night

 Playin' for a livin' beneath brightly colored lights

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And if you ever wonder why you ride the carousel

You do it for the stories you can tell

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Ah, the stories we could tell

And if it all blows up and goes to Hell

I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel

Just listen to the stories we could tell

I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel

And listen to the stories we could tell