Stories We Could Tell

By: John B. Sebastian 1974 Talkin' to myself again Wonderin' if this travellin' is good Is there somethin' else a' doin' We'd be doin' if we could Chorus: But ah, the stories we could tell And if it all blows up and goes to Hell I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel Listen to the stories we could tell Stared at that guitar in that museum in Tennessee Nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies Scars upon the face told of all the times he fell Singin' all the stories he could tell Chorus: Ah, the stories he could tell And I'll bet you it still rings like a bell I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel And listen to the stories it could tell So if you're on the road trackin' down your every night Playin' for a livin' beneath brightly colored lights And if you ever wonder why you ride the carousel You do it for the stories you can tell Ah, the stories we could tell And if it all blows up and goes to Hell I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel Just listen to the stories we could tell Coda: Yes, I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel Listen to the stories it could tell