Oxford Town, Oxford Town. Ev'rybody's got their hats bowed down. The 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
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
Baby Grace is the victim. She was fourteen years of age. And the wheels are turning, turning. For the finger points at me All's well. (Eee eee). (But I have not been to Oxford town). All's well
