Murder on Music Row - Alan Jackson with George Strait (Lyrics) Chords

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_ _ _ Nobody saw him [F#m] runnin' [A] from 16th [D] Avenue. _
[A] _ [D] They never found [A] a fingerprint or the weapon that [E] was used. _ _
_ _ But [A] someone killed country music, _ cut out its heart [D] and soul.
_ They got away [A] with murder _ _ [E] down on [A] Music Row. _
_ _ The _ almighty _ dollar _ and the lust for [D] worldwide fame
_ slowly killed [A] tradition _ and for that someone [E] should hang.
You tell them, Alan.
_ _ [A] Well, they all say not guilty, but the _ evidence [D] will show
that murder [A] was committed _ _ [E] down on [A] Music _ Row.
For [Bm] _ [C#] [D] the steel guitars no longer cry [A] and fiddles barely play.
_ [B] But drums and rock and roll guitars [E] are mixed up in your [G#] face. _
[A] _ Oh, Hank, wouldn't have a chance on [Bm] today's [A] _
[D] radio.
_ Since they committed _ [A] _ murder _
[E] down on [A] Music Row. _ _ _ _ _
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_ They thought no one would miss it once it was [D] dead and gone.
They said no [A] one would buy them old _ drinkin' and [E] cheatin' songs.
But I still buy them.
[F#] _ [E] [A] Well, there ain't no justice in it _ and the heart [D] bags are cold. _
_ Murder's [A] been committed _ _ [E] down on [A] Music Row.
_ For _ [D] the steel guitar no [F#m] longer [Bm] cry [A] and you can't hear fiddles play.
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[B] With drums and rock and roll guitars [E] mixed right up in your [G#] face.
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Why the heck he wouldn't have a chance on [Em] today's [A] _ [D] radio.
_ Since they committed _
[A] murder _ _ [E] down on _ [A] Music Row. _
_ _ [F#m] _ [G#] [A] Why they'd even tell the possum _ to pack up and go [D] back home.
There's been an [A] awful murder _ _ [E] down on [A] Music Row. _ _
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