Murder On Music Row (Duet with Alan Jackson)

Nobody saw him running, from 16th 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) Oh, 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 old drinking and cheating songs" (But 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 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