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.



Chorus:

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 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 (I'll 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.



Chorus:

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 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