The history. The stuff you can’t find in a book. Or on a Wikipedia page. It lives in the heavy silence of century-old battlefields. And the distant strum of age-old strings. It’s a rare chance to unplug from what is, and relive what was. To go back. To the places. The stories. That can only be Made in Tennessee.
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