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 factthey 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 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
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

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