Lyrics Oxford Town - Bob Dylan
Oxford
town,
Oxford
town
Everybody's
got
their
heads
bowed
down
Sun
don't
shine
above
the
ground
Ain't
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
Come
to
the
door,
he
couldn't
get
in
All
because
of
the
colour
of
his
skin
What
do
you
think
about
that,
my
friend?
Me,
my
gal,
and
my
gal's
son
We
got
met
with
a
tear
gas
bomb
Don't
even
know
why
we
come
We're
goin'
back
where
we
came
from
Oxford
town
in
the
afternoon
Everybody's
singin'
a
sorrowful
tune
Two
men
died
'neath
the
Mississippi
moon
Somebody
better
investigate
soon.
1 I Shall Be Free
2 Corrina, Corrina
3 Talkin' World War III Blues
4 Oxford Town
5 Bob Dylan's Dream
6 Bob Dylan's Blues
7 Down the Highway
8 A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall
9 Masters of War
10 Don't Think Twice, It's All Right
Attention! Feel free to leave feedback.