Stories We Could Tell

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(D  A  G)
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
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And if this all blows up and goes 
         D
to hell
           G            A         
I can still see us sittin’ on a 
      D           G
bed in some motel
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Listenin’ to the stories we could
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 tell
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Remember that guitar in a museum in 
Tennessee
And the nameplate on the glass 
                                   A
brought back twenty melodies
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And the scratches on the face told 
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of all the times he’d fell

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(D   A    D)
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