Rolling Stones Salt Of The Earth Lyrics

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 leading but get gamblers instead

Spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter 
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