i don't know why i named my guitar chico, ok. i was 18. i haven't played it in soooo long. don't think i'm one of those nashville people who sits around plucking their guitar, writing secret songs. if i wrote music...can you imagine what those songs would be about? ha! ugh. i know what they would be about, but you have no idea. i don't remember what i wanted to say about this beautiful guitar, that still smells like a forest when i open the case. you need to come get a whiff of it. and it sounds really pretty. you know, when it's in tune. which it's not. of course, my secret songs sound better out of tune anyway.
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