I Have Not Been To Oxford Town
Baby Grace is the victim
She was 14 years of age
And the wheels of time ain't turning
For the finger points at me
All's well
But I have not been to Oxford Town
All's well
But I have not been to Oxford Town
Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
All's well
20th century dies
And the prison priests it's a decent
My attorney seems sincere
I fear my days are numbered
Lord get me out of here
All's well
But I have not been to Oxford Town
All's well
But I have not been to Oxford Town
Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
All's well
20th century dies
This is your shadow on my wall
This is my flesh and blood
This is what I could've been
And the wheels ain't turning, turning
As the 20th century dies
If I had not ripped the fabric
If time had not stood still
If I had not met Ramona
If I'd only paid my bill
All's well
But I have not been to Oxford Town
All's well
But I have not been to Oxford Town
Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
All's well
20th century dies
This is my bunk with two sheets
This is my food though foul
This is what I could have been
Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
All's well
20th century dies
Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
All's well
20th century dies
All's well
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