Ballad Of Oxford

Phil Ochs

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Tom:
Am Dm G Am I'll sing you a song about a southern town where the devil had his rule
Am Dm G Am When marshalls faced an angry mob to send one man to school
Am G His name was Jimmy Meredith
Am G the tide he helped to turn
Am G For he chose to stay on that terrible day
Am 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 clothes
Am G What they thought they were doing,
F E Only god and the devil knows
Am Dm There was hate, cold hate, in their hearts,
G C Shot from their souls like a gun
Am 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 down
Am Dm G Am But when the mob got ugly no troopers could be found
Am G And men were filled with hate and fear,
Am G They screamed into the night
Am G The rebel flag waved in the air
Am 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 clothes
Am G What they thought they were doing,
F E Only god and the devil knows
Am Dm There was hate, cold hate, in their hearts,
G C Shot from their souls like a gun
Am 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 attack
Am Dm G Am And though the gas was running low, they never fired back
Am G And when the smoke had cleared away
Am G And the fury felt its pain
Am G Two men were dead and a hundred bled
Am G Am The south had risen again [Verse 4]
Am Dm G Am So listen Mr Barnet, and Mr Walker, too
Am Dm G Am The times are changing mighty fast, they'll roll right over you
Am G But someday you'll head for the south,
Am G to the southern tip of hell
Am G And it's hot down there, white-hot down there
Am 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 clothes
Am G What they thought they were doing,
F E Only god and the devil knows
Am Dm There was hate, cold hate, in their hearts,
G C Shot from their souls like a gun
Am G And as they threw their stones and bricks,
F E Am They screamed, "see what you have done!"
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Composição: Phil Ochs

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