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I only remember love for the guitar. I took it with me to the bathroom, to bed, to the yard. The Fender cried. And I laughed.
I only remember love for the guitar. I took it with me to the bathroom, to bed, to the yard.
The Fender cried. And I laughed.
Discover the heartfelt soul of Jeff Healey's Hell to Pay—listen now and experience a guitar journey like no other!
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