Chords for Stories We Could Tell - Tom Petty
Tempo:
84.8 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [G] Abra Kadabra, Saba Joa.
And look at these [D] Polaroids, they can only talk.
[G] Please and thank you.
[D]
See the thumbs up.
Talking to myself again, wondering if this traveling is [A] good.
Is there something better doing we'd be doing if [D] we could?
[G] And oh, [A] the stories we could [D] tell.
[G] And if this all [A] blows up and goes [D] to hell,
I [G] can still see [A] us sitting [D] on a bed in some [G] motel,
[D] listening [A] to the stories [D] we could tell.
Remember that guitar in the museum in Tennessee?
The name played on the glass and [A] brought back twenty melodies.
And [D] the scratches on the face told [G] of all the times he fell,
[D] singing every [A] story [D] he could tell.
[G] And oh, [A] the stories [D] it could tell.
[G] And I'll bet you [A] it still rings [D] like a bell.
[G] And I wish that [A] we could sit back [D] on a bed in some [G] motel
[D] and listen to [A] the stories it could [D] tell.
[G] [A] [D]
[G] [A] [D]
[G] [A] [D]
[G] [D] [A] [D]
So if you're on the road, trucking down here every night,
and you're singing for a living beneath the [A] brightly colored lights,
[D] and if you ever wonder why [G] you ride this carousel,
[D] you did it for [A] the stories you could [D] tell.
[G] And oh, [A] the stories we [D] could tell.
[G] And if this all [A] blows up and [D] goes to hell,
I [G] can still see [A] us sitting [D] on a bed in some [G] motel,
[D] listening [A] to the stories [D] we could tell.
Yeah, [G] I can still [A] see us sitting [D] on a bed in [G] some motel,
[D] listening to the [A] stories [D] we could tell.
[N]
And look at these [D] Polaroids, they can only talk.
[G] Please and thank you.
[D]
See the thumbs up.
Talking to myself again, wondering if this traveling is [A] good.
Is there something better doing we'd be doing if [D] we could?
[G] And oh, [A] the stories we could [D] tell.
[G] And if this all [A] blows up and goes [D] to hell,
I [G] can still see [A] us sitting [D] on a bed in some [G] motel,
[D] listening [A] to the stories [D] we could tell.
Remember that guitar in the museum in Tennessee?
The name played on the glass and [A] brought back twenty melodies.
And [D] the scratches on the face told [G] of all the times he fell,
[D] singing every [A] story [D] he could tell.
[G] And oh, [A] the stories [D] it could tell.
[G] And I'll bet you [A] it still rings [D] like a bell.
[G] And I wish that [A] we could sit back [D] on a bed in some [G] motel
[D] and listen to [A] the stories it could [D] tell.
[G] [A] [D]
[G] [A] [D]
[G] [A] [D]
[G] [D] [A] [D]
So if you're on the road, trucking down here every night,
and you're singing for a living beneath the [A] brightly colored lights,
[D] and if you ever wonder why [G] you ride this carousel,
[D] you did it for [A] the stories you could [D] tell.
[G] And oh, [A] the stories we [D] could tell.
[G] And if this all [A] blows up and [D] goes to hell,
I [G] can still see [A] us sitting [D] on a bed in some [G] motel,
[D] listening [A] to the stories [D] we could tell.
Yeah, [G] I can still [A] see us sitting [D] on a bed in [G] some motel,
[D] listening to the [A] stories [D] we could tell.
[N]
Key:
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[D] _ _ _ [G] Abra Kadabra, Saba Joa.
And look at these [D] Polaroids, they can only talk.
[G] _ Please and thank you.
[D] _ _
See the thumbs up. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Talking to myself again, wondering if this traveling is [A] good.
_ _ _ _ _ Is there something better doing we'd be doing if [D] we could? _
[G] And oh, [A] the stories we could [D] tell. _
_ [G] And if this all [A] blows up and goes [D] to hell,
I [G] can still see [A] us sitting [D] on a bed in some [G] motel,
[D] listening [A] to the stories [D] we could tell.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Remember that guitar in the museum in Tennessee?
The name played on the glass and [A] brought back twenty melodies. _
And [D] the scratches on the face told [G] of all the times he fell,
[D] singing every [A] story [D] he could tell.
_ [G] And oh, [A] the stories [D] it could tell.
_ [G] And I'll bet you [A] it still rings [D] like a bell.
_ [G] And I wish that [A] we could sit back [D] on a bed in some [G] motel
[D] and listen to [A] the stories it could [D] tell.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
So if you're on the road, trucking down here every night,
and you're singing for a living beneath the [A] brightly colored lights,
_ [D] and if you ever wonder why [G] you ride this carousel,
[D] you did it for [A] the stories you could [D] tell. _
_ [G] And oh, [A] the stories we [D] could tell.
_ [G] And if this all [A] blows up and [D] goes to hell,
I [G] can still see [A] us sitting [D] on a bed in some [G] motel,
[D] listening [A] to the stories [D] we could tell.
Yeah, [G] I can still [A] see us sitting [D] on a bed in [G] some motel,
[D] listening to the [A] stories [D] we could tell.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
And look at these [D] Polaroids, they can only talk.
[G] _ Please and thank you.
[D] _ _
See the thumbs up. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Talking to myself again, wondering if this traveling is [A] good.
_ _ _ _ _ Is there something better doing we'd be doing if [D] we could? _
[G] And oh, [A] the stories we could [D] tell. _
_ [G] And if this all [A] blows up and goes [D] to hell,
I [G] can still see [A] us sitting [D] on a bed in some [G] motel,
[D] listening [A] to the stories [D] we could tell.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Remember that guitar in the museum in Tennessee?
The name played on the glass and [A] brought back twenty melodies. _
And [D] the scratches on the face told [G] of all the times he fell,
[D] singing every [A] story [D] he could tell.
_ [G] And oh, [A] the stories [D] it could tell.
_ [G] And I'll bet you [A] it still rings [D] like a bell.
_ [G] And I wish that [A] we could sit back [D] on a bed in some [G] motel
[D] and listen to [A] the stories it could [D] tell.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
So if you're on the road, trucking down here every night,
and you're singing for a living beneath the [A] brightly colored lights,
_ [D] and if you ever wonder why [G] you ride this carousel,
[D] you did it for [A] the stories you could [D] tell. _
_ [G] And oh, [A] the stories we [D] could tell.
_ [G] And if this all [A] blows up and [D] goes to hell,
I [G] can still see [A] us sitting [D] on a bed in some [G] motel,
[D] listening [A] to the stories [D] we could tell.
Yeah, [G] I can still [A] see us sitting [D] on a bed in [G] some motel,
[D] listening to the [A] stories [D] we could tell.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _