Salt Of The Earth (Lavette Bettye)

I wanna drink to the hard working people Let's drink of the lowly of birth I wanna raise my glass to the good and the evil Let's drink to the salt of the 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. And when I search the faceless crowd A 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 A swirling mass of grays, black and white They don't even look real to me In fact they look so strange. Let's drink to the hard working people Let's drink to the salt of the earth I wanna give a toast to the millions of people Those who are born humble of birth. Let's drink to the hard working people 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.