He went down to Oxford town,
Guns and club followed him
down,
All because his face was brown,
Better get away from oxford
town.
Oxford town around the bend,
He come into the door, he
couldn't get in,
All because the color of his
skin,
Wath do you think about that
my friend ????
Me and my gal, my gal sun,
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 singin' a sorrowful
tune,
Two men died with the missisipi
moon,
Somebody better investigate
soon.
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