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Alan Jackson’s farewell tour wrapped up in May 2025, but he promised he’d have one final concert, and he’s revealed why it had to be in Nashville. Read more about his final concert announcement below.

Alan Jackson Announces Final Concert Of His Career

Alan Jackson announces the final show of his career

Alan Jackson announces the final show of his career (Photo Credit: Terry Wyatt/WireImage)

Alan Jackson Embarked On His Farewell Tour In 2024

In May 2024, country legend Alan Jackson announced a ten-city tour titled Last Call: One More For The Road Tour.

Alan Jackson's Last Call...One More For The Road Tour poster
Alan Jackson’s Last Call…One More For The Road Tour poster (Photo Credit: Alan Jackson / Instagram)

It was actually an extension of his 16-city 2022 tour, which ran from June 22, 2022 until October 8, 2022.

In 2022, the icon said, “I’ve always admired my heroes like George Jones, Merle Haggard, Loretta Lynn and Charley Pride who just played as much as they wanted to, as long as they could. I’ve always thought I’d like to do that, and I’d like to as long as my health will allow. I’ll try to do as much as I can.”

Alan Jackson Revealed His Charcot–Marie–Tooth Disease Diagnosis In 2021

During an interview with the TODAY Show, Alan Jackson revealed Charcot–Marie–Tooth disease (CMT), a degenerative nerve disease with no cure.

“It’s been affecting me for years. And it’s getting more and more obvious. And I know I’m stumbling around on stage. And now I’m having a little trouble balancing, even in front of the microphone, and so I just feel very uncomfortable,” Jackson said of his health struggles.

While on tour, his team made sure he’d be as comfortable as possible by building a stand he could lean against while he was standing and performing. They also had a barstool ready for when he needed to sit down. You can see him leaning against the stand in the video below.

Jackson Teased One More Show During His Final Concert On The Road

On May 17, 2025, Jackson performed the last date on his tour in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Before he walked off stage one final time, Jackson made a telling announcement:

“This is my last road show, but we’re planning a big finale show in Nashville next summer sometime,” he told the crowd. “I just felt like I had to end it all where it all started, and that’s in Nashville, Tennessee, Music City. This one is the last one out on the road for me. It’s been a sweet ride!” 

Well, the time has come to announce that final show.

Alan Teases An Announcement To Be Made On October 8th

On Tuesday, October 7, Jackson teased a huge announcement with a video, using the caption, “10/8/25.”

The video was taken in a locker room showing off some iconic items from throughout Jackson’s career. We spotted some iconic outfits from “Chattahoochee” music video, including the red cowboy boots, life jacket, water skis, and Cowboys jersey.

His Silverbelly Whiskey also made an appearance, as did a CMA Award, ACM Award, and Grammy Award. The song “Don’t Rock The Jukebox” was also in the video with an old school jukebox in the corner playing music! What other Alan Jackson references did you spot?

The announcement is something we’ve been waiting for: Alan’s true final live show.

Music Row reports that the show is titled Last Call: One More for the Road – The Finale and will take place on Saturday, June 27, 2026 at Nissan Stadium in Nashville, Tennessees

Not only will he be performing his final concert, he will be joined by an incredible lineup of stars including Luke Bryan, Eric Church, Luke Combs, Riley Green, Cody Johnson, Miranda Lambert, Jon Pardi, Carrie Underwood, Keith Urban and Lee Ann Womack.

Fans are able to register for presale on his website beginning on Wednesday, October 8. The actual presale will take place on Wednesday, October 15th at 10:00am Central Time, and will be available for general sale on Friday, October 17.

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