Oxford town, oxford town
Evrybodys got their heads bowed down
The sun dont shine above the ground
Aint 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
 [bad word] in to the door, he couldnt get in
All because of the color of his skin
What do you think about that, my frien? 
Me and my gal, my gals son
We got met with a tear gas bomb
I dont even know why [bad word] 
Goin back where [bad word] from
Oxford town in the afternoon
Evrybody singin a sorrowful tune
Two men died neath the mississippi moon
Somebody better investigate soon
Oxford town, oxford town
Evrybodys got their heads bowed down
The sun dont shine above the ground
Aint a-goin down to oxford town