Dispatch To 16th Ave.

(albüm: Dispatch To 16th Ave. - 2022)

Dispatch to 16th Ave.
I'm afraid there's another man down
Suspect was a record man
Hell bent on changing his sound
He was naive and nineteen, new to town
Wasn't in it for the money, so he stood his ground
Damn shame to see another good one go
Like a whipped dog walking with his tail hung low

Another murder on Music Row
Another never would've made it on the radio
Another couldn't catch a flame 'cause he played too slow
Wouldn't sing something that somebody else wrote
Should've packed up and headed on home
With his pen and pad filled with country songs
But wound up found on the side of town
Where the twang used to hang around

Dispatch to 16th Ave.
I'm afraid there's another man down

Dispatch to 16th Ave.
I'm afraid it's a little too late
It used to be about an honest song
But the dollar sign took its place
Whatever happened to the working man
Or cheating and lying 'bout love?
I know a few of those highwaymen
Are probably shaking their heads above

Another murder on Music Row
Another never would've made it on the radio
Another couldn't catch a flame 'cause he played too slow
Wouldn't sing something that somebody else wrote
Should've packed up and headed on home
With his pen and pad filled with country songs
But wound up found on the side of town
Where the twang used to hang around

Dispatch to 16th Ave.
I'm afraid there's another man down

There's a few of us hanging round
Yeah, maybe we missed the train
There's a lotta folks holding tight
To the might come back someday
And if it don't then wish me well
As I die on this hill for now
Dispatch to 16th Ave.
I'm afraid there's another man down