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.......