Testo: Jimmy Buffett. A1A. Stories We Could Tell.

Talkin' to myself again
wonderin' if this traveling is good
Is they're something else a doin'
We'd be doin' if we could

All the stories we could tell
If it all blows up and goes to hell
I wish that we could sit upon the bed in some hotel
And listen to the stories we could tell

Stared at that guitar in that museum in Tennessee
Name plate on the glass brought back twenty melodies
Scars upon the face told about all the times he fell
Singin' all the stories he could tell

All the stories he could tell
And I bet you it still rings like a bell
I wish that we could sit upon the bed in some hotel
And listen to all the stories it could tell

If your on the road trackin' down your every night
Playin' for a livin' beneath the brightly colored lights
If you ever wonder why you ride the carrousel
You do it for the stories you can tell

All the stories we could tell
And if it all blows up and goes to hell
I wish that we could sit upon the bed in some hotel
Just listen to the stories we could
Yes I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some hotel
And listen to the stories it could tell