Am Dm G Am I'll sing you a song about a southern town where the devil had his ruleAm Dm G Am When marshalls faced an angry mob to send one man to schoolAm G His name was Jimmy MeredithAm G the tide he helped to turnAm G For he chose to stay on that terrible dayAm G Am The land was soon to learn [Chorus]Am Dm There was blood, red blood, on their hands,G C Yellow dirt on their clothesAm G What they thought they were doing,F E Only god and the devil knowsAm Dm There was hate, cold hate, in their hearts,G C Shot from their souls like a gunAm G And as they threw their stones and bricks,F E Am They screamed, "see what you have done!" [Verse 2]Am Dm G Am The governor made a promise he would keep the trouble downAm Dm G Am But when the mob got ugly no troopers could be foundAm G And men were filled with hate and fear,Am G They screamed into the nightAm G The rebel flag waved in the airAm G Am The symbol of state's rights [Chorus]Am Dm There was blood, red blood, on their hands,G C Yellow dirt on their clothesAm G What they thought they were doing,F E Only god and the devil knowsAm Dm There was hate, cold hate, in their hearts,G C Shot from their souls like a gunAm G And as they threw their stones and bricks,F E Am They screamed, "see what you have done!" [Verse 3]Am Dm G Am Gas was fired into the mob after each attackAm Dm G Am And though the gas was running low, they never fired backAm G And when the smoke had cleared awayAm G And the fury felt its painAm G Two men were dead and a hundred bledAm G Am The south had risen again [Verse 4]Am Dm G Am So listen Mr Barnet, and Mr Walker, tooAm Dm G Am The times are changing mighty fast, they'll roll right over youAm G But someday you'll head for the south,Am G to the southern tip of hellAm G And it's hot down there, white-hot down thereAm G Am Let's hear your rebel yell! [Chorus]Am Dm There was blood, red blood, on their hands,G C Yellow dirt on their clothesAm G What they thought they were doing,F E Only god and the devil knowsAm Dm There was hate, cold hate, in their hearts,G C Shot from their souls like a gunAm G And as they threw their stones and bricks,F E Am They screamed, "see what you have done!"
Ballad Of Oxford
Phil Ochs
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