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 (Ahh, you tell 'em Alan)
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 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 (Oh but I 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
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
Bình luận
{{(count_comment == 0)?(''):(count_comment+' Bình luận')}}
Những bình luận hàng đầu
{{comment.username}}
{{comment.content}}
{{item.username}}
{{item.content}}