Lucky Numbers

by Debra Guy

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“If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” – Rudyard Kipling

Debra Guy is a singer, songwriter, and storyteller.

“I’m an over-sharer by nature,” says Guy. “Our stories are our legacy. I lost my father when I was eleven and my mother just a few years ago. I’m telling my stories, but I’m also telling theirs.” Guy’s solo acoustic record “Lucky Numbers” is just that – a collection of true stories put into lyrics, melodies, and expressed through her deft hands and captivating voice. Her live performances trigger audiences to put down their drinks, step closer, and listen.

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released March 3, 2017

Produced by Debra Guy and James McLaughlin
Recorded, Engineered, and Mixed by James McLaughlin
All songs written by Debra Guy and © Debra Guy 2017
Special thanks to Meridith, Ruby Reed, Aimee, Corey Jo,
my family, and every musician with whom I have shared the stage.
You all inspire me every single day.
www.debraguymusic.com

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Debra Guy Charlottesville, Virginia

Debra Guy is a singer, songwriter, and storyteller.

“I’m an over-sharer by nature,” says Guy. “Our stories are our legacy. I lost my father when I was eleven and my mother just a few years ago. I’m telling my stories, but I’m also telling their stories.” ... more

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Track Name: Irish Blessing
Seashells and butterflies and footprints in the sand
You knew the Irish blessing like the back of your hand
I remember that old Tempo you used to drive
Way back when you kept us clothed and alive

May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May you never run away
May you never turn back

You used to call the house while we were on vacation
So you could talk to the dogs
We’d get home to find dozens of messages
May your brand of kindness live on and on and on and on

What will you think of when I’m gone
How I used to hate to drive in a storm
I liked to cuss while working in the yard
This blue tattoo on my left arm