Lyrics Murder On Music Row (Live) - George Strait

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
The almighty dollar and the lust for worldwide fame
Slowly killed tradition and for that someone should hang
Oh, but they all say not guilty, but the evidence will show
Murder was committed down on music row
For the steel guitars no longer cry and fiddles barely play
But drums and rock 'n roll guitars are mixed right up in your face
Old Hank, he 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 old, drinking and cheating songs
Well, there ain't no justice in it and the hard facts are cold
Murder was 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 ain't got 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