Salt of the Earth 
pelos Rolling Stones
Lets drink to the hard working people
Lets drink to the lowly of 
birth
Raise your glass to the good and the evil
Lets 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
Lets drink to the uncounted heads
Lets 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
Lets drink to the hard working people
Lets think of the lowly 
of birth
Spare a thought for the rag taggy people
Lets drink to the salt 
of the earth
Lets drink to the hard working people
Lets drink to the 
salt of the earth
Lets drink to the two thousand million
Lets think of the 
humble of birth