Let's d rink to the h ard working people
Let's d rink to the l owly of birth
Raise your g lass to the g ood and the evil
Let's d rink to the s alt of the earth
Say a p rayer for the c ommon foot soldier
Spare a t hought for his b ack breaking work
Say a p rayer for his w ife and his children
Who b urn the fires and who s till till the eart h
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 g lass to the h ard working people
Let's d rink to the u ncounted heads
Let's t hink of the w avering millions
Who need l eaders but get g amblers instead
Spare a t hought for the s tay-at-home voter
His e mpty eyes gaze at s trange beauty shows
And a p arade of the g ray suited grafters
A c hoice of cancer or p olio
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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 strang e
Let's d rink to the hard w orking people
Let's t hink of the l owly of birth
Spare a t hought for the r ag taggy people
Let's d rink to the s alt of the earth
Let's d rink to the h ard working people
Let's d rink to the s alt of the earth
Let's d rink to the t wo thousand million
Let's t hink of the h umble of birth
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