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60 YEARS OF COUNTRY MUSIC. 12 MINUTES. ONE WOMAN OPENED IT ALL. When the lights went down at the Ford Center in Frisco, Texas, Reba McEntire walked out for her 18th time hosting the ACM Awards — more than any artist in history. But she didn’t start with something big or flashy. She picked “Okie From Muskogee.” Merle Haggard’s 1969 song that won ACM Song of the Year in 1970. And here’s what most people didn’t think about — Reba is from McAlester, Oklahoma. She wasn’t just singing a classic. She was paying tribute to a fellow Oklahoman who changed country music forever. That moment kicked off a 12-minute medley covering six decades of Song of the Year winners. Clint Black did “Rhinestone Cowboy.” Wynonna brought “Why Not Me.” LeAnn Rimes sang “Blue.” Dan + Shay closed with “Tequila.” But it was Reba’s quiet opening that people kept talking about. Sixty years of country music — and she chose to start right where it all began.

60 Years of Country Music, 12 Minutes, and One Quiet Opening That Said Everything

When the lights went down at the Ford Center in Frisco, Texas, the crowd expected a big opening. After all, the ACM Awards are built for moments that sparkle. But Reba McEntire, hosting the show for the 18th time, chose something more meaningful than spectacle. She walked out and began with “Okie From Muskogee” by Merle Haggard.

It was not the loudest choice, and that was exactly why it mattered.

A Song That Set the Tone

Merle Haggard’s 1969 classic won ACM Song of the Year in 1970, and Reba McEntire’s decision to open with it felt carefully chosen. Reba McEntire is from McAlester, Oklahoma, and that detail gave the performance an extra layer of heart. She was not simply revisiting a well-known country song. She was honoring a fellow Oklahoman who helped shape the sound and spirit of modern country music.

Sometimes the most powerful tribute is the quietest one.

From the first notes, the medley felt like a bridge between generations. The production did not rush to impress. Instead, it invited the audience to remember. That opening song became the emotional doorway to a 12-minute celebration of six decades of ACM Song of the Year winners.

Six Decades in One Medley

After Reba McEntire’s opening, the performance moved through a carefully built chain of country favorites. Clint Black delivered “Rhinestone Cowboy” with the kind of ease that reminded everyone why the song still resonates. Wynonna added warmth and power to “Why Not Me”. LeAnn Rimes brought a clear, tender sound to “Blue”. Then Dan + Shay closed the medley with “Tequila”, giving the tribute a modern finish that still felt connected to the past.

Each artist brought something distinct, but the performance never felt fragmented. It felt like a single story told by different voices. That is what made it memorable.

Why Reba McEntire’s Opening Stood Out

Big award-show moments often depend on volume, speed, or surprise. This one worked because it trusted memory, history, and emotion. Reba McEntire started at the beginning, with a song that many country fans recognized instantly. That choice gave the entire medley a sense of purpose. It said that country music does not begin with the newest hit or the biggest stage effect. It begins with songs that last.

For longtime fans, the opening felt like a salute. For younger viewers, it was a reminder that every era of country music stands on the one before it. In only 12 minutes, the show managed to cover more than a playlist of songs. It captured the feeling of a genre that keeps changing while still honoring where it came from.

A Small Opening With a Lasting Echo

By the end, the audience had seen a tribute, a reunion of voices, and a timeline of country music history. But people kept talking about the beginning. Reba McEntire’s quiet opening with “Okie From Muskogee” gave the whole moment its soul.

Sixty years of country music was a big story. Reba McEntire made it feel personal.

 

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THE SONG FADED, THE ARENA HELD ITS BREATH, AND THE SILENCE THAT FOLLOWED SAID EVERYTHING THE LYRICS COULDN’T. During one of the final performances of his career, Toby Keith reached the end of a track and simply stopped. The band eased back, the stage lights settled, and the audience waited for the familiar, energetic pivot—the joke, the grin, the gear-shift into the next anthem. It never came. Instead, Toby stood frozen, his hat pulled low, his guitar still cradled in his arms. He didn’t rush to fill the void. His eyes scanned the thousands of faces, moving slowly through an arena filled with people who hadn’t just bought tickets—they had built their own lives around his music. From the first chords of “Should’ve Been a Cowboy” to the defiant steel of “Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue,” he had become the soundtrack to their memories, and for a fleeting moment, he seemed to be committing every one of them to memory. The silence grew heavy. The fans, initially thinking he was just catching his breath, began to realize the weight of the pause. This wasn’t a transition; it was a man saying goodbye without uttering a single syllable. When he finally leaned into the mic to whisper, “Thank you for letting me do this all these years,” the room erupted in a roar of appreciation. But for those who were there, the most powerful moment had already passed—it was the wordless, intimate look between a man and his people, a final acknowledgment that the long road was reaching its end.

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THEY HELD HIS FUNERAL AT THE GRAND OLE OPRY HOUSE. THE SERVICE BROADCAST LIVE ON WSM — THE SAME STATION WHERE HIS VOICE HAD WOKEN NASHVILLE UP EVERY MORNING FOR 32 YEARS. For three decades, Bill Cody was the first voice country music heard each day. Six-fifty AM on WSM, Coffee, Country & Cody — and just like that, the morning made sense. Every artist worth their salt had sat across from him. Every fan tuning in felt like they were already home. He announced the Grand Ole Opry the way other men say grace — like it mattered, like it always would. Inducted into the Country Music Disc Jockey Hall of Fame in 2008. A star on the Music City Walk of Fame in 2024. Posthumously inducted into the Tennessee Radio Hall of Fame this year. Garth Brooks wrote: “There might be someone somewhere in the world who loved country music as much, but nobody loved country music more than Bill Cody.” Dierks Bentley said it plainly: “He was just as important to the fabric of our music and city as any artist, songwriter or musician.” The Opry stage held thousands of legends over the years. On June 15, it held the man who introduced them all.

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