Songwriter: Keith Richards Mick Jagger
Producer: Charles Stepney Marshall Chess
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
I wanna hear someone say a prayer for the common foot soldier
Spare a thought for his back-breaking work
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 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 leaders but get gamblers instead
I wanna know if someone will spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter
His empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows
And a parade of the gray-suited grafters
There's a choice of cancer or polio...
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
I wanna hear someone say a prayer for the common foot soldier
Spare a thought for his back-breaking work
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 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 leaders but get gamblers instead
I wanna know if someone will spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter
His empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows
And a parade of the gray-suited grafters
There's a choice of cancer or polio...