Stories We Could Tell by John Sebastian
Intro:
Talkin’ to myself again, wond’rin’ if this travelin’ is good
Is there somethin’ better doin’ we’d be doin’ if we could
Chorus:
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