My Thirty Thousand

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, 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 around the grounds
 Four hundred noblest souls
 (Westchester's manhood)!
 They looked exactly like
 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 clubbed and beat them!
 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 and dodge them
 And your carcass and your deeds
 Will fertilize the seeds
 Of the men that stood to guard
 My thirty thousand!