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