him down. All because his face was brown. Better get away from Oxford Town. . Oxford Town around the bend. He comes to the door, he couln't get in. All because of the color of his skin. What do
flat somewhere When I was seventeen, London meant Oxford Street Where I grow up, there were no factories. There was a school and shops and some fields and trees. And rows of houses one by one appeared
Baby Grace is the victim. She was 14 years of age. And the wheels are turning, turning. For the finger points at me. All's well. But I have not been to Oxford Town. All's well. No I have not
In the silence of the side street. In the whisper of the night. From the darkness of the empty hours. To the early morning light. From the hustle down on main street. With all it's lights so
This is the story. Oh this is the way. Gospel of reason. When the pain came to stay. The life of a loser,. Eho wins with a smile. The sinners redemption,. In the tears of a child. . Me
