THE SONG THAT PLAYED AT TAMMY WYNETTE’S GRAVE. They said it wasn’t planned — just a quiet visit, a cloudy Tennessee afternoon, and two voices that carried farther than anyone expected. On what would’ve been Tammy Wynette’s 80th birthday, Alan Jackson and Lee Ann Womack arrived at Woodlawn Memorial Park with only a guitar case and a bouquet of white roses. No press, no security, no spotlight. Just respect — and the song that bound generations of heartbreak together. They stood by the marble stone