Biography:
John Sebastian (born John Benson Sebastian on 17 March 1944, in Greenwich Village, New York City) is an American songwriter and harmonica player. He is best known as a founder of The Lovin' Spoonful, a band inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2000. His tie-dyed denim jacket is prominently displayed there.
Early in their recording and airwave career, Lovin' Spoonful members termed their approach "good-time music". Unlike many pop groups of the day
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Stories We Could Tell by John Sebastian
Intro: D
D A
Talkin’ to myself again, wond’rin’ if this travelin’ is good
D
Is there somethin’ better doin’ we’d be doin’ if we could
Chorus:
G A D
And oh the stories we could tell
G A D
And if this all blows up and goes to hell
G A D G
I can still see us sittin’ on a bed in some motel
D A D
Listenin’ to the stories we could tell
D
Remember that guitar in a museum in Tennessee
A
And the nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies
D G
And the scratches on the face told of all the times he’d fell
D A D
Tellin’ every story 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 motel
And listen to the stories it could tell
So if you’re on the road trackin’ damn near every night
And you’re singing for a living ‘neath the brightly colored lights
And if you ever wonder why you ride this carousel
You did it for the stories you could tell
And oh the stories we could tell
And if this all blows up and goes to hell
I can still see us sitting on a bed in some motel
Listening to the stories we could tell
Yeah I can still see us sitting on a bed in some motel
Listening to the stories we could tell End on D
Intro: D
D A
Talkin’ to myself again, wond’rin’ if this travelin’ is good
D
Is there somethin’ better doin’ we’d be doin’ if we could
Chorus:
G A D
And oh the stories we could tell
G A D
And if this all blows up and goes to hell
G A D G
I can still see us sittin’ on a bed in some motel
D A D
Listenin’ to the stories we could tell
D
Remember that guitar in a museum in Tennessee
A
And the nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies
D G
And the scratches on the face told of all the times he’d fell
D A D
Tellin’ every story 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 motel
And listen to the stories it could tell
So if you’re on the road trackin’ damn near every night
And you’re singing for a living ‘neath the brightly colored lights
And if you ever wonder why you ride this carousel
You did it for the stories you could tell
And oh the stories we could tell
And if this all blows up and goes to hell
I can still see us sitting on a bed in some motel
Listening to the stories we could tell
Yeah I can still see us sitting on a bed in some motel
Listening to the stories we could tell End on D
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