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Willie Nelson was too ill to take the stage, leaving fans heartbroken. The Outlaw Music Festival wouldn’t be the same without him. However, his son, Lukas Nelson, stepped up to the microphone. With legends like Bob Dylan, Robert Plant, and Alison Krauss holding down the fort, Lukas delivered a soul-stirring rendition of “Funny How Time Slips Away.” It was more than just a performance—it was a moment, a tribute, and proof that music runs deep in the Nelson bloodline.

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Introduction “Funny (How Time Slips Away)” is a poignant country ballad penned by Willie Nelson in 1961 during a remarkably productive period in his songwriting career. This song, alongside “Crazy”…

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