stories we could tell

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talkin' to myself again, an' wonderin' if this travellin' is good, is there somethin' else a' doin', we'd be doin' 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, an' the scratches on the face told of all the times he'd fell, singin' 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-trackin' down your every night, and singin' for a livin' 'neath the brightly coloured 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, an' 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 listenin' to the stories we can tell