George Strait F/ Alan Jackson lyrics
George Strait F/ Alan Jackson lyrics
"Murder On Music Row Lyrics"
Easy Does It Lyrics
(coverdale/page) You said you needed love to warm you in the night, So you gave yourself to strangers, Who left you crying at first light. You think the
(coverdale/page) You said you needed love to warm you in the night, So you gave yourself to strangers, Who left you crying at first light. You think the
(Larry Shell/Larry Cordle)
Nobody saw them running
From 16th Avenue
They never found the fingerprints
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 almight dollar
And the lust for worldwide fame
Slowly killed tradition
Por presumir a mis amigos les conte.Que en el amor niguna pena me aniquila, que pa provarles, de tus besos me olvide, y me bastaron unos tragos de tequila. Les platique
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 the fiddles barely play
But drums and rock 'n' roll guitars
Are mixed up in your face
Ol' Hank wouldn't have a chance
On today's r
Jessica Lyrics
Jessica Oh Jessica Jessica Oh Jessica She walks in and the fighting begins It's the way she is Doesn't matter to her If you value your heart
dioJessica Oh Jessica Jessica Oh Jessica She walks in and the fighting begins It's the way she is Doesn't matter to her If you value your heart
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 ol'
Drinkin' and cheatin' songs ("Oh, but I 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
For the steel
Coma Lyrics
Falling down, entering no-where, Between our world and the realm of death. I'm a drifter through unknown lands. Search for an exit out of this place. The gift of life
guitars no longer cryFalling down, entering no-where, Between our world and the realm of death. I'm a drifter through unknown lands. Search for an exit out of this place. The gift of life
And you can't hear fiddles play
With drums and rock 'n' roll guitars
Mixed right up in your face
Why the Hag 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