Lou Lauer Lyrics, Courtesy of LouKnee Tunes Records

(with apologies to George Strait and Alan Jackson, 'Murder on Music Row', written by Larry Cordle)

Murder On Pit Row

Nobody saw them running from Speedway Boulevard.
They never found the fingerprint or the weapon that was used.
But someone killed NASCAR racing, cut out its heart and soul.
They got away with murder down on pit row.

The almighty dollar and the lust for worldwide fame
Slowly killed tradition and for that someone should hang (oh, you tell them Cale).
They all say not guilty, but the evidence will show
That murder was committed down on pit row.

Chorus:
The steel cars aren't recognizable and the drivers barely race,
Ads and fancy graphics mixed right up in your face.
Why, ole Fireball, he wouldn't have a chance on today's TV show
Since they committed murder down on pit row.

They thought no one would miss The Rock or Wilkeboro, once they were dead and gone
They said someone would always buy the tickets to tracks that look like clones (I'll never buy em)
Well there ain't no justice in it and the hard facts are cold
Murder's been committed down on pit row.

Chorus:
The steel cars aren't recognizable and the drivers barely race,
Ads and fancy graphics mixed right up in your face.
Why, the Silver Fox, he wouldn't have a chance on today's TV show
Since they committed murder down on music row

Why, they even tell good liquor to pack up and go back home
There's been an awful murder down on pit row.