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Oxford town oxford town everybody's got their heads bowed down
Sun don't shine above the ground ain't a goin 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 come to the door but he couldn't get in
All because of the color of his skin what do you think about that my friend
Me and my gal and my gals son, we got hit by a tear gas bomb
I don't even know why we come i'm a going back to where i'm from
Oxford town in the afternoon everybody singing a sorrowful tune
Two men died 'neath the mississippi moon somebody better investigate soon