10,000 Men Lyrics

Ten thousand men on a hill Ten thousand men on a hill Some of 'm goin' down Some of 'm gonna get killed
Ten thousand men dressed in oxford blue Ten thousand men dressed in oxford blue Drummin' 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 Standin' 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 'em got seven wives Each one of 'em 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