Song | Stories We Could Tell |
Artist | Jimmy Buffett |
Album | A-1-A |
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Lyrics:John B.Sebastian Music:John B.Sebastian | |
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 |
Lyrics: John B. Sebastian Music: John B. Sebastian | |
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 |
Lyrics: John B. Sebastian Music: John B. Sebastian | |
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 |