Chords for The Stories We Could Tell (Live At The Hammersmith Odeon, London/1985)

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Talking to myself again, wondering if this traveling [A] is good.
_ _ _ _ Is there something better doing we'd be doing if [D] we could? _ _
[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 on [D] the bed in some
[G] motel, [D] listening to [A] the stories we could [D] tell. _ _
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_ Remember that guitar in a museum in Tennessee?
And the name played on the glass, brought [A] back twenty melodies.
_ _ [D] And the scratches on the face, [G] told of all the times he fell.
[D] Singing [A] every story he [D] could tell.
_ [G] And oh, [A] the stories we [D] could tell.
And [G] I'll bet you it [A] still rings [D] like a bell.
And [G] I wish that we [A] could sit back on [D] the bed in some [G] motel, [D] and listen to [A] the stories we [D] could tell.
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_ _ _ _ So _ if you're on the road, and tracking down near every night, and you're singing for a
living, [A] these are the brightly colored lights.
[D] And if you ever wonder why [G] you ride this carousel, [D] you did it [A] for the stories you [D] could tell. _
[G] And oh, [A] the stories [D] we could tell. _
[G] And if this [A] all blows up and [D] goes to hell, _ [G] I can still [A] see us sitting [D] on the bed in [G] some
motel, [D] listening [A] to the stories we [D] could tell.
I [G] can still [A] see us sitting [D] on the bed in some [G]
motel, [D] listening to [A] the stories we [D] could tell. _
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