Nobody saw him running from sixteenth avenue.
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They never found the fingerprint or the weapon that was used.
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But someone killed country music, cut out its heart and soul.
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They got away with murder down on music row.
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The almighty dollar and the lust for worldwide fame
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Slowly killed tradition and for that someone should hang (oh, you tell them Alan).
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They all say not guilty, but the evidence will show
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That murder was committed down on music row.
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For the steel guitars no longer cry and fiddles barely play,
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But drums and rock 'n roll guitars are mixed up in your face.
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Old Hank wouldn't have a chance on today's radio
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Since they committed murder down on music row.
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They thought no one would miss it, once it was dead and gone
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They said no one would buy them old drinking and cheating songs (I'll still buy 'em)
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Well there ain't no justice in it and the hard facts are cold
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Murder's been committed down on music row.
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Oh, the steel guitars no longer cry and you can't hear fiddles play
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With drums and rock 'n roll guitars mixed right up in your face
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Why, the Hag, he wouldn't have a chance on today's radio
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Since they committed murder down on music row
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Why, they even tell the Possum to pack up and go back home
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There's been an awful murder down on music row.
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Murder On Music Row
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George Strait |