Billy Bragg and Wilco - My thirty thousand

^GPaul Robeson, he's the man ^CThat faced the Ku Klux Klan ^GOn hollow grove's golfing ground His words come ^Dsounding

^GAnd all around him there ^CTo jump and clap and cheer ^GI sent the best, ^Dthe best I had ^GMy thirty thousand

^GThe Klansman leader said ^CThat Paul would lose his head ^GWhen thirty five thousand vets ^DBroke up that concert

^GBut less than four thousand came ^CTo side with the Klan ^GBut around Paul's ^Dlonesome oak ^GMy thirty thousand

^GA beersoaked brassy band ^CDid snortle round the grounds ^GFour hundred noblest souls ^DWestchester's manhood

^GAnd they looked exactly like ^CThe fleas on a tiger's back ^GLost fish in the ^Dwaters of ^GMy thirty thousand

^GWhen Paul had sung and gone ^CAnd the kids and babies home ^GCops came with guns and clubs ^DAnd they clubbed and beat 'em

^GWell, I'd hate to be a cop ^CCaught with a bloody stick ^G'Cause you can't bash ^Dthe brains ^GOut of thirty thousand

^GEach eye you tried to gouge ^CEach skull you tried to crack ^GHas a thousand, thousand friends ^DAround this green grass

^GIf you furnish the skull someday ^CI'll pass out the clubs and guns ^GTo the billion hands^D that love ^GMy thirty thousand

^GEach wrinkle on your face ^CI know it at a glance ^GYou cannot run and hide ^GNor duck nor dodge them

^GAnd your carcass and your deeds ^CWill fertilize the seeds ^GOf the men that stood^D to guard ^GMy thirty thousand ^GOf the men that stood^D to guard ^GMy thirty thousand