HE DIED ON A MONDAY MORNING. NASHVILLE TOOK NINE YEARS TO PUT HIS NAME WHERE IT BELONGED. Jerry Reed could do almost everything. Write hits. Pick guitar like his fingers were running from the law. Make Elvis want his songs. Make Burt Reynolds even funnier just by standing beside him. Three Grammys. Dozens of albums. A movie career, a guitar style nobody could fake, and a grin that made people forget how serious the talent really was. On September 1, 2008, emphysema took him at 71. He died quietly, the way he never lived. That November, Brad Paisley honored him on the CMA Awards stage. People called Jerry larger than life, one of the greatest entertainers country music ever had. And still, the Country Music Hall of Fame waited until 2017 to open its doors. Nine years late. His daughters accepted the honor. Bobby Bare did the induction. Ray Stevens sang “When You’re Hot, You’re Hot” in a room where the applause felt a little overdue. Burt Reynolds followed him a year later in 2018, taking another piece of that wild old laughter with him. Now listen to “East Bound and Down.” You can still hear it — a man so alive, it took Nashville nearly a decade to admit he had never really left.
admin He Died on a Monday Morning: Why Nashville Took Nine Years to Give Jerry Reed His Place Jerry Reed could do almost everything, and that was part of the problem.…