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Murder On Music Row

Höfundur lags: Larry Shell og Larry Cordle Flytjandi: George Strait og Alan Jackson Sent inn af: Anonymous
[G]Nobody saw them running
From 16th Ave[C]nue  
They never found the [G]fingerprints
Or the weapon that was [D7]used   

But some[G]one killed country music
Cut out its heart and [C]soul
They got away with [G]murder
[D7]Down on music [G]row  


The almighty dollar
And the lust for worldwide [C]fame
Slowly killed tra[G]dition
And for that someone should [D7]hang   

[G]They all say got guilty
But the evidence will [C]show
That murder was com[G]mitted
[D7]Down on music [G]row [G7]    

[C]For the steel guitars no longer cry
And the [G]fiddles barely play
But [A7]drums and rock 'n' roll guitars
Are [D7]mixed up in your face

[G]Ol' Hank wouldn't have a chance
On today's rad[C]io  
Since they committed [G]murder
[D7]Down on music [G]row  


They thought no one would miss it
Once it was dead and [C]gone
They said no one would [G]buy them ol'
Drinking and cheating [D7]songs

Well there [G]ain't no justice in it
And the hard facts are [C]cold
Murder's been com[G]mitted
[D7]Down on music [G]row [G7]    

[C]For the steel guitars no longer cry
And you [G]can't hear fiddles play
With [A7]drums and rock 'n' roll guitars
Mixed [D7]right up in your face

Why the [G]Hag wouldn't have a chance
On today's rad[C]io  
Since they committed [G]murder
[D7]Down on music [G]row  


Why they even tell the Possum
To pack up and go back [C]home
There's been an awful [G]murder
[D7]Down on music [G]row  

Nobody saw them 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

They all say got guilty
But the evidence will show
That murder was committed
Down on music row

For the steel guitars no longer cry
And the 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'
Drinking and cheating songs

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 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

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