đ At 67, Alan Jackson makes a surprising confession: âI was wrong all these yearsâŠâ He recently returned to the small Georgia town where he grew up â not for a concert, not for the cameras â 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, âI chased dreams across the world⊠but everything that mattered was right here.â
âScroll down to the end of the article to listen to music.â Introduction I still remember the first time I…