Bob Dylan "10,000 Men" Songtext

10,000 Men

Ten thousand men on a hillTen thousand men on a hillSome of ’m goin’ down, some of ’m gonna get killed

Ten thousand men dressed in oxford blueTen thousand men dressed in oxford blueDrummin’ in the morning, in the evening they’ll be coming for you

Ten thousand men on the moveTen thousand men on the moveNone of them doing nothin’ that your mama wouldn’t disapprove

Ten thousand men digging for silver and goldTen thousand men digging for silver and goldAll 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 whiteTen thousand women all dressed in whiteStandin’ at my window wishing me goodnight

Ten thousand men looking so lean and frailTen thousand men looking so lean and frailEach one of ’m got seven wives, each one of ’m just out of jail

Ten thousand women all sweepin’ my roomTen thousand women all sweepin’ my roomSpilling my buttermilk, sweeping it up with a broom

Ooh, baby, thank you for my tea!Baby, thank you for my tea!It’s so sweet of you to be so nice to me

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