At 72, George Strait stands at the edge of his South Texas ranch, the sun setting slow behind the mesquite trees, painting the sky in quiet shades of gold. No stage lights. No roaring crowd. Just him — and the land that raised him before the world ever knew his name. He slips his hands into his pockets, boots planted in the same dirt where he once chased cattle and childhood dreams.
Watch the video at the end of this article. Introduction George Strait – “All My…
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