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“Some kings wear boots” — on July 27 George Strait is headlining “Strait From the Heart,” a benefit at Estancia at Thunder Valley in Boerne, Texas, pouring relief and hope into Hill Country flood victims; joining him for this one-night porch jam of gratitude are Wade Bowen, Jamey Johnson and other Texas greats — tickets start at $1,000 with first responders in free for a true Texas show of solidarity…

George Strait Answers the Call for Texans with “Strait to the Heart” Flood Relief Benefit

In the face of devastating floods that have swept through the Texas Hill Country, leaving communities shattered and families in desperate need, the “King of Country” himself is stepping up. George Strait, a true Texan at heart, has announced an intimate donor dinner and concert, “Strait to the Heart,” to provide direct and immediate financial support to those affected by the disaster.

The special event is scheduled for Sunday, July 27, 2025, at the Estancia at Thunder Valley in Boerne, Texas. It promises to be an evening of powerful music and profound community spirit, demonstrating the resilience and generosity that define the Lone Star State. All proceeds from the concert will be managed by the 501c3 Vaqueros del Mar Texas Flood Relief Fund, ensuring that the aid goes directly into the hands of families struggling to rebuild their lives.

In a statement filled with empathy and resolve, Strait shared his feelings on the catastrophe. “The destruction and loss in our community from the recent flood is hard to wrap your head around,” he said. “Our hearts and prayers are with you all. The goal with this event is to raise meaningful, immediate support that can be put directly into the hands of flood victims without delay, while also honoring the first responders that work tirelessly to save lives.”

This isn’t just a solo effort. Strait has rallied a remarkable lineup of fellow musicians who are lending their time and talent to the cause. The stage will feature members of Strait’s own legendary Ace in the Hole Band, alongside an all-star roster of guests including Jamey Johnson, William Beckmann, Ray Benson, Wade Bowen, Dean Dillon, Riley Green, Randy Houser, Kyle Park, and Hudson Westbrook. Their collaboration underscores a unified front in the face of hardship.

“Special thanks to our friends and fellow troubadours for joining me on stage to lend their talent and their hearts to this mission,” Strait added, acknowledging the collective effort.

The concert is designed to be an intimate gathering, with only 1,000 tickets available, starting at $1,000 to maximize fundraising efforts. In a gesture of deep gratitude, complimentary tickets are being provided to local first responders who have been working on the front lines of the crisis. It’s a testament to the event’s dual mission: to provide material relief and to boost the morale of a community that has been tested but remains unbroken.

For those looking to contribute to this vital cause, this event offers a chance to not only enjoy a rare, intimate performance from country music royalty but also to make a tangible difference in the lives of neighbors who have lost everything. It is a powerful reminder that when disaster strikes, Texans help Texans, straight from the heart.

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