Talking to myself again
And wondering if this traveling is good
Is there something else a' doing
We'd be doing 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
And the scratches on the face told of all the times he?d fell
Singing 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-tracking down your every night
And singing for a living ?neath the brightly colored 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
And 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 listening to the stories we can tell