Lyrics Salt Of The Earth - Bettye LaVette

I wanna drink to the hard working people
Let's drink to 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 home fires burning and still till the earth
When I search a 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
When I look in to 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
Raise your glass 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 were born humble of birth
Let's drink to the hard working people
Let's think about the lowly of birth
Spare some kinda thought for all the homeless people
Let's drink to the salt of the earth