From the recording Family Stories
One day I was telling someone about something that happened to me as a child, one of those family stories that we all remember and enjoy reliving, but I couldn't remember an important detail. All of a sudden it hit me that there was no one left to ask, that those stories live in my memory alone now. This song came out of that realization.
My daddy was the best at family stories, But it would take all four of us to fill in all the blanks, Like the time he brought two ice cream cones home for us, But both Ron and I claimed the chocolate one instead of saying thanks. Dad turned and stormed right through the bathroom door, We heard a flush, and in we rushed, but those ice creams were no more. Chorus Family stories, every family has them. Family stories, for us they’re fun to tell, They might be boring, and to the world they might not matter, But to us, they’re the stuff of life itself. When my brother passed our stories lost his teasing, Then with daddy all the color went, and our favorite funny parts, My mom and I tried to keep the stories breathing, Then one lonely, cold October night our stories lost their heart. Now I’m thinking about those ice creams from the past, And what flavor was that other cone, but there’s no one to ask. (Repeat Chorus) Now they’re laughing telling stories by the gates, For those blanks that need my filling in, well, they’ll just have to wait. Family stories, every family has them. Family stories, for us they’re fun to tell, They might be boring, and to the world they might not matter, But to us, they’re the stuff - The laughs, the tears, the joys, the love - To us, they’re the stuff of life itself. Steve: lead vocals, harmony vocals, guitar Chris Rosser: piano, bass guitar, guitar Dave Johnson: fiddle