June 2025

“Cane Cooper” Almost Replaced George Strait?! A long-distance call and a virtual cup of coffee with old friend Roy Cooper uncovered a goldmine of behind-the-scenes stories from the 60th Annual Western Heritage Awards in Oklahoma City. There, Roy sat alongside country music legend George Strait – honored with the 2021 Lifetime Achievement Award – and legendary actor Robert Duvall, recipient of the 2020 award. Roy shared: 🗣️ “George said when he first arrived in Nashville in 1981, his producer at MCA told him to take off his hat and change his name to… Cane Cooper. George laughed, ‘Well, that would’ve made me one of the Cooper boys. But me and Roy are brothers anyway.’” When Roy asked Robert Duvall what his favorite movie was, he expected The Godfather. But Duvall answered without hesitation: 🎬 “Without a doubt — Lonesome Dove.” And on his way to the airport this morning, the 90-year-old Duvall called back to say: 👉 “Roy, this is Bobby Duvall. Tell that Brazile boy I said hi, and I want to see your son Tuf rope someday.” George Strait? Still witty and down-to-earth as ever: 🎶 “My favorite song? The one that made me the most money.” 😄 And Roy? Someone in the crowd brought up a legendary stat: 🏆 In 1978, he won Cheyenne, Calgary, and Pendleton — all in the same season. A true “Triple Crown” cowboy. As for George Strait — the hat stayed on that night. And the name? Still George Strait, just as destiny intended.

Introduction “Cowboys Like Us,” written by Bob DiPiero and Anthony Smith, was released on August 11, 2003,...

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