Oxford Town

Oxford Town, Oxford Town

Everybody’s got their heads bowed down

The 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

Come the door, 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 gal’s son

We got met with a tear gas bomb

I don’t even know why we come

Goin’ back a-where we come from

Oxford Town in the afternoon

Everybody singin’ a sorrowful tune

Two men died 'neath the Mississippi moon

Somebody better investigate soon