George Strait, Alan Jackson - Murder on Music Row lyrics
[George Strait, Alan Jackson - Murder on Music Row lyrics]
Nobody saw him runnin' from sixteenth avenue
They never found the fingerprint
Or the weapon that was used
But someone killed country music
Cut out it's heart and soul
They got away with murder down on Music Row
The almighty dollar
And the lust for worldwide fame
Slowly killed tradition
And for that someone should hang
(Oh, you tell them Alan)
They all say "Not guilty!"
But the evidence will show
That murder was committed down on Music Row
For the steel guitars no longer cry
And the fiddles barely play
But drums and rock 'n' roll guitars
Are mixed up in your face
Ole Hank wouldn't have a chance
On today's radio since they committed murder
Down on Music Row
They thought no one would miss it
Once it was dead and gone
They said no one would buy them ole
Drinking and cheating songs
(I'll still buy 'em)
Well there ain't no justice in it
And the hard facts are cold
Murder's been committed down on Music Row
Oh, the steel guitars no longer cry
And you can't hear fiddles play
With drums and rock 'n roll guitars
Mixed right up in your face
Why, the Hag, he wouldn't have a chance
On today's radio since they committed murder
Down on Music Row
Why, they even tell the Possum
To pack up and go back home
There's been an awful murder
Down on Music Row
They never found the fingerprint
Or the weapon that was used
But someone killed country music
Cut out it's heart and soul
They got away with murder down on Music Row
The almighty dollar
And the lust for worldwide fame
Slowly killed tradition
And for that someone should hang
(Oh, you tell them Alan)
They all say "Not guilty!"
But the evidence will show
That murder was committed down on Music Row
For the steel guitars no longer cry
And the fiddles barely play
But drums and rock 'n' roll guitars
Are mixed up in your face
Ole Hank wouldn't have a chance
On today's radio since they committed murder
Down on Music Row
They thought no one would miss it
Once it was dead and gone
They said no one would buy them ole
Drinking and cheating songs
(I'll still buy 'em)
Well there ain't no justice in it
And the hard facts are cold
Murder's been committed down on Music Row
Oh, the steel guitars no longer cry
And you can't hear fiddles play
With drums and rock 'n roll guitars
Mixed right up in your face
Why, the Hag, he wouldn't have a chance
On today's radio since they committed murder
Down on Music Row
Why, they even tell the Possum
To pack up and go back home
There's been an awful murder
Down on Music Row