Bob Dylan - 10,000 Men Lyrics
Ten thousand men on a hill,Ten thousand men on a hill,Some of m goin down, some of m gonna get killed.Ten thousand men dressed in oxford blue,Ten thousand men dressed in oxford blue,Drummin in the morning, in the evening theyll be coming for you.Ten thousand men on the move,Ten thousand men on the move,None of them doing nothin that your mama wouldnt disapprove.Ten thousand men digging for silver and gold,Ten thousand men digging for silver and gold,All clean shaven, all coming in from the cold.Hey! who could your lover be?Hey! who could your lover be?Let me eat off his head so you can really see!Ten thousand women all dressed in white,Ten thousand women all dressed in white,Standin at my window wishing me goodnight.Ten thousand men looking so lean and frail,Ten thousand men looking so lean and frail,Each one of em got seven wives, each one of em just out of jail.Ten thousand women all sweepin my room,Ten thousand women all sweepin my room,Spilling my buttermilk, sweeping it up will a broom.Ooh, baby, thank you for my tea!Baby, thank you for my tea!Its so sweet of you to be so nice to me.
