Kris Kristofferson & Rita Coolidge - Please don't tell me how the story ends (1978) - YouTube

About the Song

Kris Kristofferson and Rita Coolidge were one of the most iconic country music couples of the 1970s. They were both successful solo artists, but their duets were some of their most popular songs. “Please Don’t Tell Me How the Story Ends” is one of their most beautiful and haunting duets.

The song was written by Kristofferson and is a plea to let love unfold naturally, without knowing the ending. The song’s lyrics are simple but powerful, and Kristofferson and Coolidge’s vocals are perfectly intertwined. The song builds to a beautiful crescendo, with Kristofferson’s guitar solo providing a perfect emotional backdrop.

“Please Don’t Tell Me How the Story Ends” is a song about the power of love and the importance of living in the moment. It is a reminder that we should not take our relationships for granted and that we should cherish every moment we have together. The song is a classic example of Kristofferson’s songwriting talent and Coolidge’s vocal prowess. It is a timeless song that will continue to resonate with listeners for generations to come.

Some interesting facts about the song:

  • The song was originally released on Kristofferson’s 1971 album “The Silver Tongued Devil and I”.
  • Coolidge recorded the song for her 1977 album “Anytime…Anywhere”.
  • The song was released as a duet single in 1978 and reached number 11 on the Billboard Hot Country Singles chart.
  • The song has been covered by many other artists, including Don McLean, Olivia Newton-John, and Willie Nelson.

Kris Kristofferson & Rita Coolidge Discography | Discogs

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Lyrics: Please Don’t Tell Me How the Story Ends

This could be our last good night together
We may never pass this way again.
Just let me enjoy it ’til it’s over, or forever
Please don’t tell me how the story ends.See the way our shadows come together
Softer than your fingers on my skin
Someday these may be all we remember of each other
Please don’t tell me how the story ends.Never’s just the echo of forever
Lonesome as a love that might have been.
Let me go on lovin’ and believin’ ’til it’s over
Please don’t tell me how the story ends.

 

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