Dispatch to 16th Ave.

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