Salt of the Earth Songtext
von 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 ′til the earth

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?

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

Raise your glass to the hard-working people (let′s drink)
(Let's drink) let′s drink to the salt of the Earth
(Let's toast) I wanna give a toast to the millions of people


Those who are born humble of birth
(Let′s drink) let's drink to the hard-working people
(Let′s think) let's think about the lowly of birth
(Let's spare) spare some kind of thought for all homeless people
Let′s drink to the salt of the Earth