Bob Dylan - Oxford town

^DOxford Town, Oxfo^Grd Town Everybody's got their h^Deads bowed down The sun don't shine ab^Gove the ground ^DAin't ^Ga-goin' down to^D Oxford Town

^DHe went down to ^GOxford Town ^DGuns and^G clubs f^Dollowed him down A^Dll because his face was^G brown Be^Dtter g^Get away from O^Dxford Town

^DOxford Town ar^Gound the bend Come to the door, he ^Dcouldn't get in All because of the col^Gor of his skin W^Dhat ^Gdo you think^D about that, my friend?

^DMe and my gal, my g^Gal's son We got met with a ^Dtear gas bomb I don'^Dt even know why w^Ge come Go^Din' b^Gack where we c^Dome from

^DOxford Town in the af^Gternoon Ev^Derybod^Gy singin' a sor^Drowful tune Tw^Do men died 'neath the ^GMississippi moon ^DSom^Gebody better in^Dvestigate soon