My Thirty Thousand Lyrics - Wilco

Paul Robeson, he's the man 

That faced the Ku Klux Klan 

On hollow grove's golfing ground 

His words come sounding 

And all around him there 

To jump and clap and cheer 

I sent the best I had, the best I had 

My thirty thousand 

The Klansman leader said 

That Paul would lose his head 

When thirty five thousand vets 

Broke up that concert 

But less than four thousand came 

To side with the Klan 

But around Paul's lonesome oak 

My thirty thousand 

A beersoaked brassy band 

Did snortle round the grounds 

Four hundred noblest souls 

Westchester's manhood 

And they looked exactly like 

The fleas on a tiger's back 

Lost fish in the waters of 

My thirty thousand 

When Paul had sung and gone 

And the kids and babies home 

Cops came with guns and clubs 

And they clubbed and beat 'em 

Well, I'd hate to be a cop 

Caught with a bloody stick 

'Cause you can't bash the brains 

Out of thirty thousand 

Each eye you tried to gouge 

Each skull you tried to crack 

Has a thousand, thousand friends 

Around this green grass 

If you furnish the skull someday 

I'll pass out the clubs and guns 

To the billion hands that love 

My thirty thousand 

Each wrinkle on your face 

I know it at a glance 

You cannot run and hide 

Nor duck nor dodge them 

And your carcass and your deeds 

Will fertilize the seeds 

Of the men that stood to guard 

My thirty thousand 

Of the men that stood to guard 

My thirty thousand