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