My Thirty Thousand by 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
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