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Talkin’ to myself again, wond’rin’ if this travelin’ is good 
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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 to hell 
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I can still see us sittin’ on a bed in some motel 
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Listenin’ to the stories we could tell 
      D 
Remember that guitar in a museum in Tennessee 
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And the nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies 
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And the scratches on the face told of all the times he’d fell 
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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