10,000
Men - Bob Dylan
Ten thousand men on
a hill
Ten thousand men on a hill
Some of 'em goin' down, some of'em gonna get killed.
Ten thousand men dressed in Oxford blue
Ten thousand men dressed in Ox ford blue
Drummin' in the morning, in the evening they'll be comin' for you.
Ten thousand men on the move
Ten thousand men on the move
None of them doin' nothin' that your mama wouldn't disapprove.
Ten thousand men digging for silver and gold
Ten thousand men digging for silver and gold
All clean shaven, all comin' 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 good night.
Ten thousand men looking so lean an' frail
Ten thousand men looking so lean an' 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 with a broom.
Ooh, baby, thank you for my tea!
Baby, thank for my tea!
It's so sweet of you to be so nice to me.