“The Road Back to Montgomery” The tour was finally over. Hank’s voice was raw, the applause still echoing in his head as he packed his guitar into the backseat of his Cadillac. The road stretched long and quiet between Nashville and Montgomery — the kind of silence that made a man think too much. Somewhere past Birmingham, the radio crackled to life. His own voice came through — “My son calls another man daddy…” He froze. For a moment, the world outside disappeared. The lights, the fame, the money — none of it mattered. He thought of his boy, the one he barely saw. Thought of Audrey, of the fights, of the nights he sang instead of coming home. “You okay, son?” he whispered into the dark. “I hope he’s good to you.” As the Alabama pines rose around him, Hank smiled faintly. Out here, away from the noise, he wasn’t the outlaw or the legend. He was just a father, trying to find his way back home.
“The Road Back to Montgomery” The tour was finally over. The last applause still hung in the air like a…