The Hunt

Somewhere in North Mississippi

My granddaddy used to say you could hear him comin’ before you ever saw him.

A voice that sounded like Sunday morning and Saturday night. Smooth as church hymns, but dangerous as a juke joint after dark. Folks argued over him—said he was too loud, too wild, too much… but the crowd didn’t care. When he sang, the whole room leaned in. When he moved, the whole world got nervous.

He wasn’t born rich. He came up poor, southern, and hungry… and somehow turned that hunger into music.

Then one day, without ever wearin’ a real crown, he became royalty anyway.

Who is he?

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