The almighty dollar
Down on Music Row
But someone killed Country Music
And the hard facts are cold
Cut out its heart and soul
On today's radio
But drums and rock 'n' roll guitars
Since they committed murder
And the fiddles barely play
Down on Music Row
They never found the fingerprints
And the lust for worldwide fame
Slowly killed tradition
And you can't hear fiddles play
That murder was committed
They got away with murder
They said no one would buy
Once it was dead and gone
Them ol' drinking and cheating songs
To pack up and go back home
Why, they even tell the Possum
Mixed right up in your face
With drums and rock 'n' roll guitars
Or the weapon that was used
But the evidence will show
(Oh but I still buy 'em)
For the steel guitars no longer cry
On today's radio
Well there ain't no justice in it
They all say not guilty
Down on Music Row
For the steel guitars no longer cry
Are mixed up in your face
(Ahh, you tell 'em Alan)
Since they committed murder
Why, the Hag wouldn't have a chance
Ol' Hank wouldn't have a chance
Murder's been committed
There's been an awful murder
Down on Music Row
And for that, someone should hang
Down on Music Row
They thought no one would miss it
