He started out as a mechanic. Then he picked up a guitar. Now, two homes, four boats, nine or 10 Harley-Davidsons, an assortment of cars and trucks and a collection of platinum albums later, Alan Jackson is still very much a regular guy.
Even though each new Alan Jackson album sells a million more than its predecessor, this country boy from Newnan, Ga., still just doesn’t understand what all the hoopla’s about.
“I hate to hear myself sing,” the multi-award‑winning singer told Country Weekly. “’Cause I don’t sound like George Jones or Vern Gosdin or Merle Haggard.”
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