George Strait - Murder On Music Row Lyrics
Nobody saw him running from sixteenth avenue.They never found the fingerprint 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 almighty dollar and the lust for worldwide fameSlowly killed tradition and for that someone should hang (oh, you tell them alan).They all say not guilty, but the evidence will showThat murder was committed down on music row.Chorus:For the steel guitars no longer cry and fiddles barely play,But drums and rock n roll guitars are mixed up in your face.Old hank wouldnt have a chance on todays radioSince they committed murder down on music row.They thought no one would miss it, once it was dead and goneThey said no one would buy them old drinking and cheating songs (Ill still buy em)Well there aint no justice in it and the hard facts are coldMurders been committed down on music row.Chorus:Oh, the steel guitars no longer cry and you cant hear fiddles playWith drums and rock n roll guitars mixed right up in your faceWhy, the hag, he wouldnt have a chance on todays radioSince they committed murder down on music rowWhy, they even tell the possum to pack up and go back homeTheres been an awful murder down on music row.
