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“I’d Love You All Over Again” is a heartfelt country ballad written and recorded by American country music artist Alan Jackson. Released in 1991 as the last single from his debut album, Here in the Real World, the song became Jackson’s first number-one hit on the Billboard Hot Country Singles & Tracks chart.

The song is a poignant reflection on the enduring power of love and commitment. It tells the story of a husband celebrating his tenth wedding anniversary and expressing his deep love and appreciation for his wife. Jackson’s heartfelt vocals and the song’s simple yet moving lyrics resonated with audiences, solidifying his position as a prominent figure in country music. “I’d Love You All Over Again” remains a fan favorite and a staple of Jackson’s live performances, showcasing his ability to connect with listeners through honest and emotionally charged storytelling.

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