Letras:
Baez Joan Salt

d lie there for hours in the chilly cold marshes If the ladies were squirrel's with high bushy tails I'd fill up my shotgun with rock salt and nails

d lie there for hours in the chilly cold marshes If the ladies were squirrel's with high bushy tails I'd fill up my shotgun with rock salt and nails

lowly of birth Spare a thought for the ragtaggy people Let's drink to the salt of the earth Let's drink to the hard working people Let's drink to the salt

of birth Spare a thought for the ragtaggy people Let's drink to the salt of the earth Let's drink to the hard working people Let's drink to the salt

Tradução: Joan Baez. Rock, sal y clavos.

of birth Spare a thought for the ragtaggy people Let's drink to the salt of the earth Let's drink to the hard working people Let's drink to the salt

I'd lie there for hours in the chilly cold marshes If the ladies were squirrel's with high bushy tails I'd fill up my shotgun with rock salt and nails

I'd lie there for hours in the chilly cold marshes If the ladies were squirrel's with high bushy tails I'd fill up my shotgun with rock salt and nails

of birth Spare a thought for the ragtaggy people Let's drink to the salt of the earth Let's drink to the hard working people Let's drink to the salt