Murder On Music Row (Duet with Alan Jackson)

Nobody saw him 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 almighty dollar and the lust for worldwide fame

Slowly killed tradition, and for that someone should hang (Ah, you tell 'em, Alan)

Well, 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

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 (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, he wouldn't have a chance on today's radio

Since they committed murder down on Music Row

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

There's been an awful murder down on Music Row