Tono: G
Introducción: G A D
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Talking to myself again
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And wondering if this traveling is good
Is there something else a' doing
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We'd be doing if we could
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And ah, the stories we can tell
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And if it all blows up and goes to Hell
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I can still see us sitting on a bed in some motel
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Listening to the stories we can tell
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Remember that guitar in a museum in Tennessee
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The nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies
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And the scratches on the face told of all the times he?d fell
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Singing every story he could tell
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And ah, the stories he could tell
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And I'll bet you it still rings like a bell
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And I wish that we could sit back on a bed in some motel
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And listen to the stories it could tell
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So if you're on the road a-tracking down your every night
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And singing for a living ?neath the brightly colored lights
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And if you ever wonder why you ride this carousel
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Eh you did it for the stories you could tell
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And ah, the stories we can tell
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And I wouldn't kid a man I like so well
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And I wish that we could sit back on a bed in some motel
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And listen to the stories we can tell
G A D
And ah, the stories we can tell
G A D
And if it all blows up and goes to Hell
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I can still see us sitting on a bed in some motel
D A D
Just listening to the stories we can tell