George Strait Lyrics
George Strait Lyrics
"Murder On Music Row Lyrics"
Thatchers Britain Lyrics
In Fatchers Britain, We ain't got not dosh, Coz of the nuclear holocaust, Ronny and Maggie: fuckin cunts! Chrs.oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi,
In Fatchers Britain, We ain't got not dosh, Coz of the nuclear holocaust, Ronny and Maggie: fuckin cunts! Chrs.oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi,
w/ Alan Jackson
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
CROOKED DICE Lyrics
[A phrase - Spoken] Hey I'm gentleman But I can take it 'bout as long as long can last and then I'll take it on the chin Mud is handy only when it comes
someone should hang (oh, you tell them[A phrase - Spoken] Hey I'm gentleman But I can take it 'bout as long as long can last and then I'll take it on the chin Mud is handy only when it comes
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
Badge Lyrics
Thinkin' bout the times you drove in my car Thinkin' that I might have drove you too far And I'm thinkin' bout the love that you laid on my table I told you
Since they committed murder down on music row.Thinkin' bout the times you drove in my car Thinkin' that I might have drove you too far And I'm thinkin' bout the love that you laid on my table I told you
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 g
A Song For Europe Lyrics
(Ferry/Mackay) Here as I sit At this empty cafe Thinking of you I remember All those moments Lost in wonder That we´ll never F
itars no longer cry and you can't hear fiddles play(Ferry/Mackay) Here as I sit At this empty cafe Thinking of you I remember All those moments Lost in wonder That we´ll never F
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.