Salt Of The Earth

Let's drink to the hard working people Let's drink to the lowly of birth Raise your glass to the good and the evil Let's drink to the salt of the earth Say a prayer for the common foot soldier Spare a thought for his back breaking work Say a praye for his wife and his children Who burn the fires and who still till the earth And when I searching faceless crowd A swirling mass of gray and Black white They don't look real to me In fact, we all look so strange Raise your glass to the hard working people Let's drink to the uncounted heads Let's think of the wavering millions Who need leading but get gamblers instead Spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter His empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows And a parade of the gray suited grafters A choice of cancer or polio And when I look into this faceless crowd A swirling mass of grays and Black white They don't look real to me Or do they look too strange Let's drink to the hard working people Let's think of the lowly of birth Spare a thought for the rag taggy people Let's drink to the salt of the earth Let's drink to the hard working people Let's drink to the salt of the earth Let's drink to the three thousand million Let's think of the humble of birth