About the Song

“Murder on Music Row” is a song recorded by George Strait and Alan Jackson. It was written by Larry Cordle and Larry Shell. The song was released in 2000 as part of George Strait’s album “Latest Greatest Straitest Hits” and also included on Alan Jackson’s album “When Somebody Loves You”.

The song addresses the changing landscape of country music, particularly the concerns about the increasing influence of pop and rock elements in the genre and the decline of traditional country sounds. The title “Murder on Music Row” metaphorically suggests the killing of traditional country music by the commercialization and homogenization of the industry.

The lyrics lament the loss of authenticity and depth in country music, referencing legendary country artists and classic country songs that have been overshadowed or forgotten in the quest for commercial success. Despite its critical tone, the song became popular among country music fans and received significant attention for its poignant commentary on the state of the genre.

“Murder on Music Row” won the Country Music Association (CMA) Award for Vocal Event of the Year in 2000 and received widespread acclaim for its powerful message and the collaboration between two iconic country artists, George Strait and Alan Jackson.

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Lyrics

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 fameSlowly killed tradition and for that someone should hang(oh, you tell them Alan).They all say not guilty, but the evidence will showThat 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 radioSince they committed murder down on music row.
They thought no one would miss it, once it was dead and goneThey 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 coldMurder’s been committed down on music row.
Oh, the steel guitars no longer cry and you can’t hear fiddles playWith drums and rock ‘n roll guitars mixed right up in your faceWhy, the Hag, he wouldn’t have a chance on today’s radioSince they committed murder down on music rowWhy, they even tell the Possum to pack up and go back homeThere’s been an awful murder down on music row.