Paul Robeson  hes the man
That faced the Ku Klux Klan

On hollow groves 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

Well 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 Pauls lonesome oak
My thirty thousand

A beersoaked brassy band
Did snortle round the grounds

Four hundred noblest souls
Westchesters manhood

And they looked exactly like

The fleas on a tigers 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 they clubbed and beat 'em

Well  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 nor dodge them

And your carcass and your deeds

Will fertilize the seeds
Of the men that stood to guard
My thirty thousand

Of the men that stood to guard
My thirty thousand