I Have Not Been To Oxford Town

Baby Grace is the victim She was 14 years of age And the wheels are turning, turning For the finger points at me All's well But I have not been to Oxford Town All's well No I have not been to Oxford Town Toll the bell Pay the private eye All's well 20th century dies And the prison priests are 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 This is your shadow on my wall This is my flesh and blood This is what I could've been And the wheels are turning and 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 This is my bunk with two sheets This is my food though foul This is what I could have been