In Oxford Mississippi

In Oxford Mississippi
The past is always near
Conversations and brown liquor
Faulkner is still here
Alive and well he roams the streets
He knows everyone he meets
Shakes their hands and beats retreat
Past the bookshops in the square
Hush hush no rush stand still and fall

In Oxford Mississippi
The past is leaning in
James Meredith walks through an open door
For reasons left uncertain
In the shadows of the daughters
Of the confederacy
All will be explained
When the civil war ends finally
Hush hush there's no rush blowin’ to and fro

In Oxford Mississippi
The past must interrupt
A drunken man on horseback
Comes galloping through the smoke
Holding a grinning skeleton
Before him as he rides
He leans in from a past
That's never far behind
Hush hush piles of dust stand still and see
Stand still and see

In Oxford Mississippi
In Oxford Mississippi
In Oxford Mississippi
In Oxford Mississippi
In Oxford Mississippi
In Oxford Mississippi
In Oxford Mississippi