Rolling Stones
Salt Of The Earth
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
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 fact, 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 leading but get gamblers instead
Spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter 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
Letras de cancionesOr 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
From Letras Mania