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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