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