Sometimes all it takes is one sentence from the right person to set your life on a completely different course. For Blake Shelton, that person wasn’t a record exec or a Nashville hotshot. It was a little old lady from his Oklahoma hometown who just happened to be one of the most legendary songwriters in history.

Her name was Mae Boren Axton, and if you don’t know that name, you damn well know her work. She co-wrote “Heartbreak Hotel” for Elvis Presley, one of the most iconic songs in the history of music. In Ada, Oklahoma, she wasn’t just a hometown hero. She was living proof that someone from their dusty little corner of the world could make it big.

Shelton was just 16 when their paths crossed. Mae had been brought back to Ada to be honored with some kind of award, and teenage Blake, still figuring out how to keep a guitar in tune, was booked to sing at the ceremony. When he finished his set, this 77-year-old force of nature pulled him aside and, with zero hesitation, told him:

“You gotta move to Nashville.”

That was it. No speech, no lecture, no detailed career advice. Just a direct order from a woman who knew exactly what it took to make it. And for Blake Shelton, it hit like a lightning bolt.

“Man, hearing somebody who was somebody telling me I need to move to Nashville, that’s all it took,” he’s said.

Two weeks after graduating high school, still just 17 years old, Shelton packed up and left Oklahoma in the rearview. No plan, no safety net, just Mae’s phone number in his pocket.

When he rolled into Nashville, he called her immediately. “Mae, I’m the guy you met in Ada, and you told me to move here. What should I do now?”

Her answer? Get a job. And not in music.

“She said, ‘Well, you’re gonna need a job, and I need somebody to paint my house,’” Shelton remembers.

So Blake Shelton’s first gig in Music City wasn’t on a stage. It was standing on a ladder with a paintbrush, probably doing more damage than good. But that gig turned into something bigger when Mae introduced him to her son, the outlaw-voiced singer-songwriter Hoyt Axton.

Hoyt wasn’t some suit-and-tie Nashville type. He lived in his tour bus parked in the driveway, and within a couple days, he and Shelton were hanging out like old friends. Then came the moment that would stick with Blake forever.

One afternoon, Hoyt invited him onto the bus. He tapped on the table, leaned in, and sang a song called “Ol’ Red.”

Shelton was still a kid, not even 18, but he knew instantly that this song was special. Years later, when he recorded “Ol’ Red” for his 2002 album, it would become one of his signature tracks, the kind of song fans scream for at every show.

All because Mae Boren Axton took two minutes to tell a wide-eyed kid from Oklahoma to get his ass to Nashville.

It’s wild to think about how different country music might look if Shelton had never played that award show, never met Mae, never painted her house, and never stepped onto that bus with Hoyt Axton. There might not be 30 No. 1 hits, no “God’s Country,” no cowboy on The Voice cracking jokes between contestants.

One sentence. That’s all it took. And somewhere, you have to imagine Mae is still smiling about it, probably telling some other kid in Ada to pack up and chase it.