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 pray?r for the common foot soldier,
Spare a thought for his back breaking work.
Say a pray?r for his wife and his children
Who burn the fires and who still till the earth.

(CHORUS)
And when I search a faceless crowd,
A swirling mass of grey and black and white,
They don?t look real to me, in fakt,
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 thougth for the stay-at-home voter,
His emty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows,
And at parades of gray suited grafters;
A choice of cancer or polio!

Let?s drink to the hard working people,
Let?s think of the lowly of birth.
Spare a thought for the ragtaggy people,
Let?s drink to the salt of the earth.
Let?s drink to the hardworking people,
Let?s drink to the salt of the earth.
Let?s think of the two thousand million,
Let?s think of the humble of birth.

Mick Jagger and Keith Richard
Copyright 1968 by Abkco Music Inc.
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