Tracy Lawrence’s debut album was nearly ready when a night of celebration ended with him fighting for his life. In May 1991, less than a year after arriving in Nashville, he had signed with Atlantic Records and completed the final vocal for Sticks and Stones. Years of contests, bar performances, and odd jobs were beginning to pay off. He went out with Sonja Wilkerson, a childhood friend from Arkansas. Early on May 31, he drove her back to her hotel, where three armed men approached them in the parking area. They took their cash, credit cards, and keys, then ordered Lawrence to accompany them toward the building. Believing Wilkerson was in danger, he reached for a gun and yelled for her to run. She escaped. The men shot him four times, wounding his knee, arm, and hip. One bullet passed dangerously close to a major artery. Doctors warned that the damage to his leg could jeopardize the career he had barely begun. Surgery and rehabilitation delayed the album’s release. For a while, Lawrence carried a handgun, finding reassurance in it as nightmares repeatedly brought him back to the parking lot. He eventually put it aside, unwilling to let the attack determine how he lived. Only later did he recognize how long its psychological effects had stayed with him. When Sticks and Stones appeared later that year, the title song reached No. 1, followed by three more hits. The record had been made economically: Lawrence and producer James Stroud recorded exactly ten songs, with no spare tracks to choose from. Success brought attention, but accounts of the shooting quickly dominated his introduction to the public. Lawrence grew weary of having an act of violence become the first thing people knew about him. Before that story reached listeners, he had already done the work he came to Nashville to do. The songs were recorded and the album was waiting. Its release now depended on his recovery, as a young singer who should have been preparing for his first single instead faced surgery, rehabilitation, and uncertainty about how well he would walk.

TRACY LAWRENCE FINISHED HIS DEBUT ALBUM—THEN WAS SHOT BEFORE IT COULD COME OUT

Tracy Lawrence had just finished the final vocal for his first album when he went out to celebrate with a childhood friend from Arkansas.

It was May 1991. He had been in Nashville less than a year, Atlantic Records had signed him, and Sticks and Stones was essentially complete.

For the first time, a career that had been built from contests, bars and odd jobs finally looked real.

The Night Everything Changed

In the early hours of May 31, Lawrence drove his friend Sonja Wilkerson back to her hotel.

Three armed men surrounded them in the parking lot, took their money, credit cards and keys, then ordered Lawrence toward the hotel.

He believed they intended to harm Wilkerson.

Instead of obeying, he grabbed for one of the guns and shouted for her to run.

She made it to safety.

He did not.

Four Bullets

The men opened fire.

Lawrence was hit four times, including wounds to his knee, arm and hip. One bullet narrowly missed a major artery.

Doctors initially warned that the damage to his leg could threaten the future he had just spent months trying to build.

The album was postponed while he underwent surgery and rehabilitation.

Before country radio had even introduced him properly, his first record was already finished and waiting while he learned whether he could walk well enough to promote it.

What Stayed After the Shooting

For a while, Lawrence carried a handgun.

He later said it gave him some comfort while nightmares kept returning him to the parking lot.

Eventually, he stopped carrying it.

He did not want the shooting to dictate the rest of his life.

Years later, he also admitted that the psychological damage lasted much longer than he realized at the time.

The Album Finally Arrives

Sticks and Stones was released later in 1991.

The title track went to No. 1, and three more hits followed.

The album itself had been made on a tight budget. Lawrence and producer James Stroud recorded only the ten songs they intended to use.

There was little room for waste.

The same record that had seemed ready to launch his career before the shooting ended up proving he still had one afterward.

The Story Everyone Wanted to Tell

The shooting became part of Lawrence’s early publicity almost immediately.

He soon grew tired of being introduced through it.

That reaction makes sense.

The event was dramatic, but it could easily swallow everything that had come before it: the work, the signing, the sessions and the fact that he had already finished the album.

What Sticks and Stones Really Leaves Behind

The most striking part of the story is not only that Tracy Lawrence survived.

It is the timing.

His debut album was already done.

The songs were there. The deal was there. The career was ready to begin.

Then, before the public had heard any of it, Lawrence found himself in a hospital wondering whether his body would still let him step onto the stage waiting for him.

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