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 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 lets 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 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 hard working people Let's drink to the salt of the earth Let's drink to two thousand million Let's think of the humble of birth
Let's raise our drink To the salt of the earth Let's raise our drink To the salt of the earth
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