Intro:  D Dsus2
D
Talkin' to myself again
                                A
Wonderin' if this travellin' is good

Is there somethin' else a' doin                    D
We'd be doin' if we could


Chorus:
   G             A                D
     But ah, the stories we could tell
         G               A              D
     And if it all blows up and goes to Hell
       G                  A          D             G
     I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel
     D             A                D
     Listen to the stories we could tell

D
Stared at that guitar in that museum in Tennessee
                                   A
Nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies
D                           G
Scars upon the face told of all the times he fell
D               A                D
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

Chorus:
        Ah, the stories we could tell
        And if it all blows up and goes to Hell
        I wish that we could sit apon a bed in some motel
        And listen to the stories it could tell