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Intro

Talkin’ to myself again, wond’rin’ if this travelin’ is good

 Is there somethin’ better doin’ we’d be doin’ if we could

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 And oh the stories we could tell

 And if this all blows up and goes to hell

 I can still see us sittin’ on a bed in some motel

Listenin’ to the stories we could tell

 Remember that guitar in a museum in Tennessee

 And the nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies

 And the scratches on the face told of all the times he’d fell

Tellin’ every story he could tell

And oh the stories it could tell

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

And I wish that 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 trackin’ damn near every night

And you’re singing for a living ‘neath the brightly colored lights

And if you ever wonder why you ride this carousel

You did it for the stories you could tell

And oh the stories we could tell

And if this all blows up and goes to hell

I can still see us sitting on a bed in some motel

Listening to the stories we could tell

Yeah I can still see us sitting on a bed in some motel

Listening to the stories we could tell End on D