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Wednesday, 19 September 2012

Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Dan Murph is a songwriter and music producer living in Bowling Green, Kentucky whose songs have been recorded by Keith Urban, Reba McEntire, Randy Travis, Alan Jackson, Sammy Kershaw, Josh Turner, Vince Gill and many others. He is also the founder and owner of a real estate company in South Central Kentucky that specializes in acquiring landmark properties of historical or architectural significance. He has two daughters.
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