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 pray´r for the common foot soldier,

Spare a thought for his back breaking work.

Say a pray´r for his wife and his children

Who burn the fires and who still till the earth.



(CHORUS)

And when I search a faceless crowd,

A swirling mass of grey and black and white,

They don´t look real to me, in fakt,

They 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 thougth for the stay-at-home voter,

His emty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows,

And at parades of gray suited grafters;

A choice of cancer or polio!



Let´s drink to the hard working people,

Let´s think of the lowly of birth.

Spare a thought for the ragtaggy people,

Let´s drink to the salt of the earth.

Let´s drink to the hardworking people,

Let´s drink to the salt of the earth.

Let´s think of the two thousand million,

Let´s think of the humble of birth.



Mick Jagger and Keith Richard

Copyright 1968 by Abkco Music Inc.

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