Salt Of The Earth - Bettye Lavette

Written by：Mick Jagger

I wanna drink to the hard working people

Let's drink to the lowly of birth

I wanna raise my glass to the good and the evil

Let's drink to the salt talk your earth

Say a prayer for our hard fighting soldiers

Give some thought to their life risking work

How about a prayer for their spouses and children

They keep the homefires burning and still till the earth

When I search the faceless crowd

Swirling mass of gray 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

I wanna make a toast to the wavering millions

We need leaders but get gamblers instead

Spare a thought for the stay at home voter

Whose empty eyes gaze at reality shows

And a stream of gray suited grafters

Give you a choice of cancer

HIV or who knows

And when I look into the faceless crowd

Oh oh oh oh

Swirling mass of grays black and white

They don't even look real to me

In fact they look so strange

Let's to the hard working people

Let's drink

Let's drink to the salt of the earth

Let's toast

I wanna give a toast

To the millions of people

Those who are born

Humble of birth

Let's drink

Let's drink to the hard working people

Let's think

Let's think about the lowly of birth

Let's spare some kind of thought for all homeles people

Let's drink to the salt of the earth