This is my Dad. He's sharing songs about Lincoln and Washington with this herd of honyocks in honor of President's Day.
The guitar was built by my uncle, who has also built dream axes for me and my brother.
Anyway, I thought this was cool. One of my fond childhood memories is of my Dad singing and playing the guitar for me and my brother at bedtime. He sometimes lacked judgment, like singing the Wreck of the Old 97 and wondering why we wouldn't go the hell to sleep, but we loved it.
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