These hypocrites are from New York City, Los Angelos, Canada, etc. and hire speech therapists to teach them to sound "country".
They sing about momma's chicken and home made biscuits and they've never ate a home made biscuit in their life.
They call themselves "artists" when in reality they sing songs that they buy from someone else to the beat of a different "rent a band" in every city.
If I get out of my car at a gas station and hear that crap blaring over speakers I get back in my and drive to the next one where I don't have to listen to such noise. I'm getting too old to listen to their screaming and hollerin' so I'll just stick with the Stones, Lynard Skynard and other classic rock bands that write their own songs and play their own music.
A June 25, 1989 article in the New York Times stated that "there is no mistaking the affection in relationship or the strength each derives from it." Nevertheless, in 1991, a tabloid ran an article with claims that Travis was gay and that he was looking for a boyfriend. The incident infuriated him and motivated him and Elizabeth "Lib" Hatcher to come forward with their relationship; they were married twelve weeks later in a private ceremony.
Travis is a devout born-again Christian and has released four Christian or Gospel CDs, which are, in chronological order, Inspirational Journey; Rise and Shine; Worship and Faith; and Glory Train.
Now he is "divorced", a drunk, and in critical condition for being gay.