John Prine playing Souvenirs
One of my earliest memories is crawling around on the floor and my father playing this song on his guitar. He played and sang it really well. It's a comforting memory. I always seem to fall back on it when I'm mad at him. He's not all that bad. He meant well and I understand he knew no other way. I try my best to forgive him for his mistakes. In the end, he's a good guy.
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