10,000 Men - Bob Dylan

Ten thousand men on a hill

Ten thousand men on a hill

Some of 'm going' down, some of 'm gonna get killed

Ten thousand men dressed in Oxford blue

Ten thousand men dressed in Oxford blue

Drumming in the morning, in the evening they’ll be coming for you

Ten thousand men on the move

Ten thousand men on the move

None of them doing 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 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

Standing 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 'm got seven wives, each one of 'm 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 you for my tea!

It’s so sweet of you to be so nice to me