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This was not an award for a chart-topping song, but for a lifetime of compassion. In Austin, 92-year-old Willie Nelson stood alongside his friend Neil Young—not under the bright stage lights, but within the heartfelt embrace of the Oglala, Ponca, and Omaha Nations. After decades spent championing family farmers and Indigenous peoples, recognition finally arrived, carried by prayer songs and blessings from chiefs and elders. The moment was so deeply moving that Willie, a man who has witnessed nearly everything, was overcome with tears, softly offering the humblest of words: “This honor belongs to the farmers and the people—we merely carried their song.” It was a rare and unfiltered glimpse into the soul of a legend, celebrated not for his fame, but for his fight.

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