FORTY-THREE YEARS AGO THIS DECEMBER, MARTY ROBBINS WALKED INTO THE COUNTRY MUSIC HALL OF FAME, RAN HIS LAST NASCAR RACE, AND DIED — ALL IN THE SAME EIGHT WEEKS.When was the last time you heard “El Paso” without meaning to? On a back porch? In someone else’s pickup? Once it starts, nobody changes the channel.Marty’s songs work like weather. They show up when they’re needed and stay until the story finishes telling itself. Four minutes, fourteen verses, a cowboy bleeding out — and somehow you’re never bored.There’s a kind of man who’d rather tell you a story than tell you how he feels. Marty sang for him.What most folks don’t know is that Marty wrote “El Paso” in the back seat of a Cadillac on a Christmas drive home. His wife was driving. He scribbled on a guitar. Fourteen verses came out fully formed — no edits. He later claimed the cowboy in the song wrote it through him. What he said about that drive has never quite been explained.Other singers had hits. Marty had legends.Tell me — when did Marty find you? Because he found everyone, eventually.
The Eight Weeks That Sealed Marty Robbins Into Legend Forty-three years ago this December, Marty Robbins lived through a stretch…