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Oxford town, Oxford town Everybody's got their heads bowed down Sun don't shine above the ground Never 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 Come to the door and couldn't get in All because of the colour of his skin What do you think about that, my friend Me and my girl and my girl's son We got met with a tear gas bomb I don't even know why we come Going back to where we come from Oxford town in the afternoon Everybody's singing a soft tune Two men died 'neath the Mississippi moon Somebody better investigate soon From Letras Mania