Mo Pitney

Mo Pitney – “Love Her Like I Lost Her” – A Heartfelt Anthem of Love and Appreciation

Introduction “Love Her Like I Lost Her,” Mo Pitney delivers a powerful ballad that speaks to the depth of love,…

Mo Pitney – “Take The Chance” – A Bold Anthem of Love and Courage

Introduction In “Take The Chance,” Mo Pitney presents a powerful and heartfelt anthem about embracing love, life, and the courage…

Mo Pitney – “Everywhere” – A Soulful Anthem of Love, Connection, and Home

Introduction In “Everywhere,” Mo Pitney captures the universal theme of love and the feeling of connection that transcends distance. The…

Mo Pitney – “I Met Merle Haggard Today” – A Touching Tribute to a Country Legend

Introduction In “I Met Merle Haggard Today,” Mo Pitney delivers a deeply emotional and personal tribute to one of the…

Mo Pitney – “Country” – A True Tribute to Classic Country Roots

Introduction In “Country,” Mo Pitney delivers an authentic and heartfelt tribute to the timeless genre of classic country music. Released…

TWO LEGENDS, ONE GOODBYE: A Final Farewell to Ozzy Osbourne — Sung by Two of Country’s Greatest Sons. Over 120,000 fans stood shoulder to shoulder beneath the gray skies of Birmingham — waiting for something they couldn’t name, but knew they’d never forget. Then, without introduction, Alan Jackson and George Strait walked side by side onto the stage. No spotlight. No fanfare. Just two men, two guitars, and one sacred purpose: to honor Ozzy Osbourne the only way they knew how — through song.

WHEN HEAVEN MET HELLFIRE: Over 90,000 fans gathered beneath the smoky skies of Birmingham — not for a concert, not for a spectacle, but for a farewell. Then, in a moment no one expected, Alan Jackson stepped onto the simple memorial stage, his voice steady, his eyes full, and began to sing “When We All Get To Heaven” — a gospel tribute to Ozzy Osbourne that shook the crowd into sacred stillness.

The sky hung low, heavy with clouds, as if mourning alongside the crowd. Alan Jackson walked slowly beside the hearse, dressed in a charcoal-gray suit, his Stetson casting a shadow over eyes red with grief. In his hands, he carried a framed photo of his friend — Ozzy Osbourne — the man he had laughed with, sung with, prayed for. Not a single note played. Not a single word rose above the hush.

Not a single note played. No cheers. Only the cold wind whispered through the sea of mourners dressed in black. Willie Nelson walked slowly beside the hearse, tears falling silently as he clutched the framed photo of his dear friend — Ozzy Osbourne. Behind him, hundreds of fans, artists, and loved ones followed in quiet reverence, their heads bowed in grief.