2 acessos
Intro: D D A Talkin’ to myself again, wond’rin’ if this travelin’ is good D Is there somethin’ better doin’ we’d be doin’ if we could Chorus: G A D And oh the stories we could tell G A D And if this all blows up and goes to hell G A D G I can still see us sittin’ on a bed in some motel D A D Listenin’ to the stories we could tell D Remember that guitar in a museum in Tennessee A And 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 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