"Stories We Could Tell" Intro: G A D D Talking to myself again A And wondering if this traveling is good Is there something else a' doing D We'd be doing if we could G A D And ah, the stories we can tell G A D And if it all blows up and goes to Hell G A D G I can still see us sitting on a bed in some motel D A D Listening to the stories we can tell D Remember that guitar in a museum in Tennessee A The nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies D G And the scratches on the face told of all the times he’d fell D A D Singing every story he could tell G A D And ah, the stories he could tell G A D And I'll bet you it still rings like a bell G A D G And I wish that we could sit back on a bed in some motel D A D And listen to the stories it could tell G A D D So if you're on the road a-tracking down your every night A And singing for a living ‘neath the brightly colored lights D G And if you ever wonder why you ride this carousel D A D Eh you did it for the stories you could tell G A D And ah, the stories we can tell G A D And I wouldn't kid a man I like so well G A D G And I wish that we could sit back on a bed in some motel D A D And listen to the stories we can tell G A D And ah, the stories we can tell G A D And if it all blows up and goes to Hell G A D G I can still see us sitting on a bed in some motel D A D Just listening to the stories we can tell G A D End