At 67, Alan Jackson makes a surprising confession: “I was wrong all these years…” He recently returned to the small Georgia town where he grew up — not for a concert, not for the cameras — but to sit on the same wooden front porch where his father once taught him about life. No music. Just memories. A quiet breeze. And the soft creak of a rocking chair that had seen generations come and go. Alan whispered, “I chased dreams across the world… but everything that mattered was right here.”
Introduction “Where I Come From” is a spirited, autobiographical snapshot penned and performed by country...