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The Coffee Cup Song

I taught myself to play on my daddy’s guitar, the only thing he left behind besides that coffee cup. At first my hands were too small and soft to do much more than strum, but they toughened up. I learned to pick fast and easy and the music sounded so lovely, I kept stopping to say to myself, is that me, is that me that’s making those fine sounds? Continue reading

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