Morgan Wallen Bastardizes Keith Whitley Classic with “Miami” (A Rant)


Warning: Language

For the first time since country legend Keith Whitley’s tragic and untimely death in 1989, I’m actually glad he’s no longer with us. If there’s any solace and comfort in the fact that Whitley succumbed to alcohol poisoning at the age of 34, it’s that he is no longer around to personally witness the sacrilege and horror that is Morgan Wallen’s colossal goat fucking of Keith’s classic song “Miami, My Amy.”

When you thought Morgan Wallen couldn’t outdo himself any more in insulting huge swaths of the American population after moronically shouting the ‘N’ word into the cold Nashville night, he comes in heavy with the worst song of his career or anyone else’s, and perhaps the worst to ever grace the “country music” canon. You’re out on this song quicker that Wallen’s Irish goodbye on Saturday Night Live.

I’d rather get brained by a flying deck chair from four stories up than be subjected to another nanosecond of Morgan Wallen’s “Miami.” Categories 5 hurricanes with retired names and dedicated Wikipedia pages have inflicted less catastrophic damage and resulted in fewer post traumatic stress diagnoses than what “Miami” has wrought in 48 hours after its release. This song is such a disaster, it’s visible from Space.

And of course “Miami” comes with NINE songwriters, though this includes the sainted Hall of Famers Hank Cochran and Dean Dillon, along with Royce Porter who wrote the original “Miami, My Amy” song. But something tells me that Hank Cochran, Dean Dillon, and Keith Whitley never envisioned shitty trap beats, and an electronically-generated chorus line of Oompa Loompas screeching out “Miiiaammmeeee…” over and over when they wrote the song originally.


“But Trig! Morgan Wallen’s new album album has 37 songs! There’s some good stuff there too! Did you hear ‘The Dealer’ with Ernest ?!? It’s super traditional!”

Yeah yeah. Maybe I’ll get around to reviewing the whole album, though I’d rather clean a public commode with my tongue. But even Morgan Wallen knew this song was going to be considered a dog by actual country fans.

Wallen called “Miami” a “Keith Whitley flip,” and said “it’s more of a Rap style” himself on the Theo Vonn podcast. Then when being interviewed by Kelleigh Bannen for Apple, Wallen said,

I already know I’m gonna get crucified for that song, but I don’t know… it is fun, and I enjoyed it, and me and the boys writing it had a good time writing it. In my own way, I’m not gonna do a Keith Whitley cover, probably. I don’t feel right doing that… this is my own way of paying my respect. And if that offends people, I don’t really care, but I’m gonna assume it will.”

So if you know you’re going to get crucified for this song and assume it’s going to offend Keith Whitley fans, why in the hell even release it? How is that “paying respects”? What is the point of this damn track? Even Morgan Wallen’s famously sycophantic fans are being like, “Nah bro, not feeling this one.” Yet he’s also said he might release a hip-hop remix of this hip-hop song. So he’s going to double down on it?



Songs like “Miami” are the reason these 37-song albums are so stupid. 12 hours after the release, and Wallen’s new album I’m The Problem was already the most-streamed album in all of country music in 2025 on Spotify due to all the tracks. It’s also already the worst album of 2025 due to tracks like “Miami.” Trim the fat for God’s sake. Just because you record a song doesn’t mean you have to release it. Read the room, and leave the garbage on the cutting house floor.

Heretofore, Morgan Wallen’s rap sheet was a succession of victimless crimes. Now, ladies and gentlemen, we have yet another murder on Music Row.

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