KEEPING A PIECE OF HOME IN THEIR HEARTS, NO MATTER WHERE THE ROAD TOOK THEM. When Alabama stepped onto that stage, it wasn’t just a performance — it was a homecoming. Under the soft golden lights, their voices carried the weight of every mile they’d traveled, every dream that led them away from Fort Payne. “My home’s in Alabama…” — the words trembled like a prayer, not a lyric. You could feel the years between each note — the laughter, the loss, the longing to return. They weren’t singing to the crowd; they were singing to the dirt roads that raised them, to the ghosts of their younger selves. And when the final chord faded, silence filled the room — the kind that only appears when music has told the truth.
KEEPING A PIECE OF HOME IN THEIR HEARTS, NO MATTER WHERE THE ROAD TOOK THEM. There are moments in country…