Look, I give Donald
John Trump credit for standing behind the “Voice of Bigotry” of the Roy Moore-ism
movement, like a bowel movement it is. See, Melanomia has no friends in
Washington, and after a year she is depressed. So, when Roy moves his confederacy
to the “Bannon Branded Beltway” and drags along his wife behind Mr. Ed with her
“poop patrol rake”, finally Mel will have a friend. When Kayla “I Own a JEW” Moore
takes up residence in the Senate stables, now all those delayed 1St
Lady “House Warming” parties will commence. “Boudoir Soiree”, reservations for
2! Is that a victory speech I hear calling out from down yonder….
Oxford Town, Oxford Town
Everybody's got their heads bowed down
The sun don't shine above the ground
Ain't a-goin' down to Oxford Town
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 him down
All because his face was brown
Better get away from Oxford Town
Guns and clubs followed him down
All because his face was brown
Better get away from Oxford Town
Oxford Town around the bend
Come to the door, he couldn't get in
All because of the color of his skin
What do you think about that, my friend?
Come to the door, he couldn't get in
All because of the color of his skin
What do you think about that, my friend?
Me and my gal, my gal's son
We got met with a tear gas bomb
I don't even know why we come
Goin' back where we come from
We got met with a tear gas bomb
I don't even know why we come
Goin' back where we come from
Oxford
Town in the afternoon
Everybody singin' a sorrowful tune
Two men died 'neath the Mississippi moon
Somebody better investigate soon
Everybody singin' a sorrowful tune
Two men died 'neath the Mississippi moon
Somebody better investigate soon
Songwriters: Bob Dylan
Oxford Town lyrics ©
Bob Dylan Music Co.
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