It’s deep and warm, with a gravelly edge that feels earned rather than forced—like someone who’s lived the stories he’s singing about. There’s a Southern drawl that stretches certain vowels just enough to feel lazy and familiar, but he keeps it controlled, never sloppy. When he sings low, it’s rich and steady; when he pushes higher, there’s a rough, emotional rasp that gives his lyrics weight. What really stands out is how unpolished and conversational it feels. He doesn’t oversing or show off. It’s more like he’s talking to you across a tailgate, half-smiling, half-confessing something he doesn’t usually say out loud. That natural, masculine tone makes even simple lines feel honest and lived-in. Basically: a voice that sounds like small-town memories, worn jeans, and truth told without trying too hard.