The temperature dropped, breath hung in the air, and yet no one felt cold—not when those voices began to rise. On a winter New Year’s Eve, George Strait, Alan Jackson, Reba McEntire, and Dolly Parton didn’t rely on fireworks or flash to warm the night.
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