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“They Finally Inducted Toby Keith… Just One Day Too Late 💔”. Months before his passing, Toby Keith laughed about not being in the Country Music Hall of Fame — a laugh that carried quiet disappointment. And then, in a twist that broke every heart in Nashville, the honor came just one day after he was gone. The cowboy had already ridden into the sunset. Now, as “Should’ve Been a Cowboy” plays again, it’s more than a song — it’s a farewell to the legend who should’ve been celebrated while he was still here.

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Introduction: When Toby Keith released his debut single “Should’ve Been A Cowboy” in 1993, few could have anticipated that it would become one of the defining anthems of modern country…

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