文本歌词

Ballad of Oxford - Phil Ochs
I'll sing you a song about a southern
Town where the devil had his rule
When marshalls faced an angry mob
To send one man to school
His name was jimmy meredith
The tide he helped to turn
For he chose to stay on that terrible day
The land was soon to learn
There was blood red blood on their hands
Yellow dirt on their clothes
What they thought they were doing
Only God and the devil knows
There was hate cold hate in their hearts
Shot from their souls like a gun
And as they threw their stones and bricks
They screamed 'see what you have done '
The governor made a promise
He would keep the trouble down
But when the mob got ugly no troopers could be found
And men were filled with hate and fear
They screamed into the night
The rebel flag waved in the air
The symbol of state's rights
There was blood red blood on their hands
Yellow dirt on their clothes
What they thought they were doing
Only God and the devil knows
There was hate cold hate in their hearts
Shot from their souls like a gun
And as they threw their stones and bricks
They screamed 'see what you have done '
Gas was fired into the mob after each attack
And though the gas was running low
They never fired back
And when the smoke had cleared
And the fury felt it's pain
Two men were dead and a hundred bled
The south had risen again
So listen mr barnet and mr walker too
The times are changing mighty fast
They'll roll right over you
But someday you'll head for the south
To the southern tip of hell
And it's hot down there white-hot down there
Let's hear your rebel yell
There was blood red blood on their hands
Yellow dirt on their clothes
What they thought they were doing
Only God and the devil knows
There was hate cold hate in their hearts
Shot from their souls like a gun
And as they threw their stones and bricks
They screamed 'see what you have done '
'see what you have done '