Intro: G A DD Talking to myself againA And wondering if this traveling is good Is there something else a' doingD We'd be doing if we couldG A D And ah, the stories we can tellG A D And if it all blows up and goes to HellG A D G I can still see us sitting on a bed in some motelD A D Listening to the stories we can tellD Remember that guitar in a museum in TennesseeA The nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodiesD G And the scratches on the face told of all the times he’d fellD A D Singing every story he could tellG A D And ah, the stories he could tellG A D And I'll bet you it still rings like a bellG A D G And I wish that we could sit back on a bed in some motelD A D And listen to the stories it could tellG A DD So if you're on the road a-tracking down your every nightA And singing for a living ‘neath the brightly colored lightsD G And if you ever wonder why you ride this carouselD A D Eh you did it for the stories you could tellG A D And ah, the stories we can tellG A D And I wouldn't kid a man I like so wellG A D G And I wish that we could sit back on a bed in some motelD A D And listen to the stories we can tellG A D And ah, the stories we can tellG A D And if it all blows up and goes to HellG A D G I can still see us sitting on a bed in some motelD A D Just listening to the stories we can tellG A D
Stories We Could Tell
The Everly Brothers
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Tom:
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