Phil Ochs – Ballad Of Oxford (Guitar)
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[Verse 1]
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!"