Grammy Award For Best Country Performance By A Duo or Group With Vocal

Grammy Award For Best Country Performance By A Duo Or Group With Vocal

The Grammy Award for Best Country Performance by a Duo or Group with Vocal was awarded from 1970 to 2011. The award has had several minor name changes:

  • In 1970 the award was known as Best Country Performance by a Duo or Group
  • From 1971 to 1981 it was awarded as Best Country Vocal Performance by a Duo or Group
  • From 1982 to the present it has been awarded as Best Country Performance by a Duo or Group with Vocal

The award was discontinued after the 2011 Grammy Awards in a major overhaul of Grammy categories. From 2012, all duo or group performances in the country category were shifted to the newly formed Best Country Duo/Group Performance category.

Years reflect the year in which the Grammy Awards were presented, for works released in the previous year.

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