Murder On Music Row (Live) - George Strait (乔治·斯特雷特)/Alan Jackson (阿兰·杰克逊)
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 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 fiddles
Barely play
But drums and rock n roll guitars are mixed
Up in your face
Old hank wouldn't have a chance todays on 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 (Ill still buy em)
Well there ain't no justice in it and the hard facts are cold
Murders 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 todays radio
Since they committed murder down on music row
Why they even tell the possum to pack up and
Go back home
Theres been an awful murder down on music row