George Strait stood beneath the dim glow of the chapel lights, his black hat casting a shadow over eyes already wet with memory. The room was silent—rows of friends, family, and legends all turned toward him, waiting. At the front of the sanctuary rested Merle Haggard’s casket, simple and strong, just like the man himself. George took a breath, strummed the first chord, and began to sing “Sing Me Back Home.”
huong Sing Me Back Home: George Strait’s Sacred Farewell to Merle Haggard Under the quiet glow…
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