Bob Dylan — Oxford Town

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Oxford Town, Oxford Town,
Ev’rybody’s got their hats bowed down,
The sun don’t shine above the ground,
Ain’t a-going down to Oxford Town.

He went down to Oxford Town,
Guns and clubs followed him down
All because his face was brown,
Better get away from Oxford Town.

Oxford Town around the bend,

He comes to the door, he couln’t get in,
All because of the color of his skin,
What do you think about that, my frien’ ?

Me and my gal, my gal’s son,
We got met with a tear gas bomb,
I don’t even know why we come,
Going back where we come from.

Oxford Town in the afternoon,
Ev’rybody singing a sorrowful tune,
Two men died ‘neath the Mississippi moon,
Somebody better investigate soon..