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Bob Dylan

Oxford Town

 

Oxford Town

(album: The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan - 1963)


Oxford Town, Oxford Town
Ev'rybody's got their heads 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 couldn'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

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