Oxford Town
Oxford Town, Oxford TownEv'rybody's got their hats bowed downThe sun don't shine above the groundAin't a-goin' down to Oxford Town.
He went down to Oxford TownGuns and clubs followed him downAll because his face was brownBetter get away from Oxford Town.
Oxford Town around the bendHe comes to the door, he couln't get inAll because of the color of his skinWhat do you think about that, my frien' ?
Me and my gal, my gal's sonWe got met with a tear gas bombI don't even know why we comeGoin' back where we come from.
Oxford Town in the afternoonEv'rybody singin' a sorrowful tuneTwo men died 'neath the Mississippi moonSomebody better investigate soon.