By Holly Gleason
Troy Gentry’s heart was like how he lived: wide open, full-tilt, up for anything. He loved just about everybody, worked hard to make people happy and never met an adventure, honky-tonk, all-night party or hardcore hillbilly rocker he didn’t like.
By Holly Gleason
Troy Gentry’s heart was like how he lived: wide open, full-tilt, up for anything. He loved just about everybody, worked hard to make people happy and never met an adventure, honky-tonk, all-night party or hardcore hillbilly rocker he didn’t like.
