Alan Jackson’s boots are kicking up dust one final time as he barrels down the home stretch of his Last Call: One More for the Road tour, a farewell that’s been rumbling since 2022. This ain’t just a curtain call for the country king—it’s a full-throttle sendoff for a man who’s dodged life’s roadblocks, including a curveball from Charcot-Marie-Tooth disease. After a brief detour, Jackson gunned it back to the stage, proving he’s still got fuel in the tank. But the odometer’s ticking down, and on May 17 in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, he’ll park this rig for good.
At his latest stop in Orlando, Florida, Jackson didn’t just play the hits—he cracked open his chest and let the crowd peek inside. The Kia Center turned into a honky-tonk confessional as he took on Drive, the gear-shifting anthem from his 2002 No. 1 album. This wasn’t some autopilot strummer. It was Jackson, raw and real, pouring every ounce of soul into a song that’s less about horsepower and more about heart.
He set the stage with a story, voice rough like gravel. “Wrote this one way back when my daddy passed,” he told the hushed crowd. “Didn’t want no weepy, woe-is-me mess. Growing up, all I cared about was driving—anything with wheels. He showed me how. That’s what this is.” Then he hit the gas.
By the time Drive roared into its last chorus, the man who’s hauled country music to the top couldn’t hold it together. He stopped, mid-line, the quiet cutting deeper than any steel guitar. It was a double punch: a salute to his father and a gut-check realization that these are the final miles of a decades-long road trip. The fans felt it too—thousands of them, watching a legend wrestle with the wheel of goodbye.
Jackson’s not just winding down; he’s wringing every drop from this farewell tour. Orlando was proof: a night where Drive wasn’t just a song, but a rearview mirror to his past and a windshield to what’s ending. He’s not ready to pull over, but the exit’s coming fast—and he’s making damn sure it’s one hell of a ride.
