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.”
“Scroll down to the end of the article to listen to music.” Introduction “Where I Come From” is a song…