Like his boss Kid Rock, Kracker now sees himself as a scruffy Nashville troubadour, and on his third CD, he pulls off the conceit far better than Rock has. It's easy to imagine country stations taking to proficient middlebrow-twang ballads like ''Don't Know How (Not to Love You)'' and the disc's genial arena boogie. But Kracker's voice is too banal -- and his material too mundane -- to cut as deeply as his rural heroes.

