Nobody saw him running from sixteenth 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   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   Old 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   Well 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 posse to pack up and go back home   There's been an awful murder down on music row