Oxford Town - Bob Dylan

    Oxford Town, Oxford Town,
    Ev'rybody'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 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.


    Marco Giunco
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