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Stories from the Road Video (MV)




Performed By: Chris Morris
Length: 5:05
Written by: Chris Morris




Chris Morris - Stories from the Road Lyrics




All the tales that Danny tells are stories from the road
Road stories are the only ones he knows
We sit around with drinks while he drawls on and on and on
And when he's done we ask him for one more

There's one about two people he picked up in St. John's
And took them to the mainland til they got to Montreal
They sang jigs and reels along the way and held each other's hands
And made jokes about starting a hitchhiker-trucker band
She wanted to be a TV chef but she couldn't catch a break
And every time that Danny swore she'd say "for goodness sake"
He dropped them off at a depaneur he was sad to see them go
But he hit the road and in an hour he had reached Ontario

One night outside of Cornwall he stopped to catch some sleep
But not before he took a shower and went to find a drink
The Flying J was dry that night so he took a cab to town
The driver took him to the bar with the cheapest drinks around
He bought himself a light beer and a rum and coke with lime
Then he bought a round for a gal with pretty eyes
She said she'd like to travel more but didn't have a car
And Danny said "let's hit the road" and they walked out of the bar

Ontario, Manitoba and ol' Saskatchewan
The 99, the Crowsnest, and Highway 61
Down every road, 'cross every bridge and a couple o ferries too
Through empty towns, down broken roads, that mighty transport flew
She told him that she loved him and wanted to settle down
He said "I can't stay in one place for long you must know this by now"
He left her at a Swiss Chalet, he hopes that she's doing fine
Now he's sitting at my bar with a rum and coke and lime

The one he told the most I must have heard it fifty times
It was all about the reason that he drinks his drink with lime
He changed the middle every time to keep me on my toes
But he'd always start the same: "This is how the story goes"
Then he'd clap his hands and stretch his fingers wide
And get real quiet and close his earthly eyes
By the end, he'd be up dancing barefoot across the floor
And I'd sell more rum and cokes with lime then on any night before
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All the tales that Danny tells are stories from the road
Road stories are the only ones he knows
We sit around with drinks while he drawls on and on and on
And when he's done we ask him for one more

There's one about two people he picked up in St. John's
And took them to the mainland til they got to Montreal
They sang jigs and reels along the way and held each other's hands
And made jokes about starting a hitchhiker-trucker band
She wanted to be a TV chef but she couldn't catch a break
And every time that Danny swore she'd say "for goodness sake"
He dropped them off at a depaneur he was sad to see them go
But he hit the road and in an hour he had reached Ontario

One night outside of Cornwall he stopped to catch some sleep
But not before he took a shower and went to find a drink
The Flying J was dry that night so he took a cab to town
The driver took him to the bar with the cheapest drinks around
He bought himself a light beer and a rum and coke with lime
Then he bought a round for a gal with pretty eyes
She said she'd like to travel more but didn't have a car
And Danny said "let's hit the road" and they walked out of the bar

Ontario, Manitoba and ol' Saskatchewan
The 99, the Crowsnest, and Highway 61
Down every road, 'cross every bridge and a couple o ferries too
Through empty towns, down broken roads, that mighty transport flew
She told him that she loved him and wanted to settle down
He said "I can't stay in one place for long you must know this by now"
He left her at a Swiss Chalet, he hopes that she's doing fine
Now he's sitting at my bar with a rum and coke and lime

The one he told the most I must have heard it fifty times
It was all about the reason that he drinks his drink with lime
He changed the middle every time to keep me on my toes
But he'd always start the same: "This is how the story goes"
Then he'd clap his hands and stretch his fingers wide
And get real quiet and close his earthly eyes
By the end, he'd be up dancing barefoot across the floor
And I'd sell more rum and cokes with lime then on any night before
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