Stories We Could Tell Songtext

von The Lovin' Spoonful

Talkin' to myself again
And wondrin' if this travelling is good
Is there somethin' else a-doin'
We'd be doin' if we could

But oh, the stories we could tell
And if it all blows up and goes to hell
I can still see us sittin' on a bed in some hotel
Singin' all the stories we could 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 fell
Singin' all the stories he could tell

And oh, the stories it 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 hotel
And listen to the stories it could tell

So if you're on the road a-trackin' down your every night
And singin' for a livin' neath the brightly colored lights
And if you ever wonder why you ride the carousel
You did it for the stories you could tell

And oh, the stories we could tell
And before we have to say our last farewell
Well, I wish that we could sit back on a bed in some hotel
And listen to the stories we could tell
Yes, I wish that we could sit back on a bed in some hotel
And listen to the stories we could tell