Murder on Music Row

George Strait & Alan Jackson



(George)

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 it's heart and soul

They got away with murder down on music row.



(Alan)

The almighty dollar and the lust for worldwide fame

Slowly killed tradition and for that someone should hang

(George - You got that right buddy).

Well, they all say not guilty, but the evidence will show

That murder was committed down on music row.



Chorus: (Both)

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 wouldn't have a chance on today's radio

Since they committed murder down on music row.



Ah, tell it boys

--- Instrumental ---



(George)

They thought no one would miss it, once it was dead and gone

They said no one would buy them old drinking and cheating

songs

(Alan)

Well, there ain't no justice in it and the hard facts are cold

Murder's been committed down on music row.



Chorus: (Both)

Oh, the steel guitars no longer cry and you can't hear fiddles play

With drums and rock 'n roll guitars are 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.



(Alan)

Why, they even tell the Possum to pack-up and go back home

(Both)

There's been an awful murder down on music row...