The Rolling Stones
The Rolling Stones - Salt Of The Earth lyrics
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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 prayer for his wife and his children Who burn the fires and who still till the earth And when I search a faceless crowd A swirling mass of gray and black and white They don`t look real to me In fact, they 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 leaders 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 in the faceless crowd A swirling mass of grays and black and white They don`t look real to me Or don`t they look so 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 two thousand million Let`s think of the humble of birth Lets raise our drink To the salt of the earth Lets raise our drink To the salt of the earth.......