Strait George - Murder On Music Row (George Strait and Alan Jackson) lyrics

Nobody saw them running

From 16th Avenue

They never found the fingerprints

Or the weapon that was used

But someone killed country music

Cut out its heart and soul

They got away with murder

Down on music row

The almight dollar

And the lust for worldwide fame

Slowly killed tradition

And for that, someone shouldhang ("Ahh, you tell 'em 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

Ol' 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 ol'

Drinkin' and cheatin' songs ("Oh, but I 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

For 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 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