August 2025

BREAKING: Netflix has officially greenlit an all-new exclusive documentary about George Strait — and the first glimpse already says so much. In a candid photo, the King of Country sits alone in his private plane, wearing his signature denim shirt and black cowboy hat, quietly studying a worn map of Texas. Not as a visitor — but as a man who knows every fence line, every two-lane road, every memory hidden in the soil. Texas isn’t just home. It’s his compass. The documentary promises a deep dive into Strait’s legendary life — from humble beginnings in the sunbaked fields of Pearsall to sold-out stadiums across the globe. With 60+ chart-toppers and a legacy built on quiet strength, George’s story isn’t just about music. It’s about grit, grace, and never forgetting where you came from. And maybe the most moving part? The film leans into the small, sacred moments — like the song that’s touched millions without ever raising its voice: 🎵 “I Saw God Today.”

Introduction I remember the first time I heard “I Saw God Today.” I was sitting...

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