Introduction:
Murder on Music Row is a powerful country music duet featuring two of the genre’s most iconic artists, George Strait and Alan Jackson. Released in 2000, the song is a poignant commentary on the changing landscape of country music, lamenting the perceived loss of traditional sounds in favor of more pop-oriented styles.
The collaboration between Strait and Jackson, two titans of traditional country, was a dream come true for fans. Their combined vocal prowess and deep-rooted connection to the genre gave the song an undeniable authenticity. Produced by Tony Brown, known for his work with a host of country superstars, “Murder on Music Row” captured the essence of classic country with its steel guitar, fiddle, and driving rhythm section.
The song’s lyrics, penned by Larry Cordle and Larry Shell, struck a chord with listeners who felt a similar nostalgia for the traditional country sound. The metaphor of “murder on Music Row” served as a powerful indictment of the industry’s shift away from its roots. Despite its critical acclaim, the song did not achieve the same commercial success as some of the duo’s previous hits. However, it remains a fan favorite and a cornerstone of the country music canon, serving as a reminder of the genre’s rich heritage.
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Lyrics:
“Murder On Music Row”
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 (oh, you tell them Alan).
They all say not guilty, but the evidence will show
That murder was committed down on music row.[Chorus:]
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 (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.[Chorus:]
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.