Stories - Bill Withers

Who will buy a glad story

That a young man has to tell?

Come into my house of glory

And I will treat you well

Who will buy a sad story

That a widow has to tell?

Come into my house of lonely

And I will treat you well

Young and old, we all have stories

That we all must try to sell

Tales of how you get to heaven

And how we been through hell

Who will buy a perfumed story

That a young girl has to tell?

Sleep with me on satin pillows

And I will treat you well