Let's drink to the hard-working people
Let's drink of 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 tend the fires and who still till the earth
And when I see this crowd of faces
A swirling mass of black and
Gray and white
They look so real to me
But they look so much in pain
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
His empty eyes gaze at strange music shows
See the parade of gray-suited grafters
The world is starving and they don’t want to know
And when I see this crowd of faces
A swirling mass of gray and
Black and white
They look so real to me
And they look so much in pain
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 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 people
Ah-Aah… the salt of the earth
Let's drink… to the people
Let's drink to the salt of the earth
Let's drink… to the people
Ah-Aah… to the salt of the earth
Let's drink… to the people
Let's drink to the salt of the earth