Israelites lyrics
by Desmond Dekker
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
so that every mouth can be fed
Poor me, the Israelites, aha
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me, the Israelites, aha
My wife and my kids, they are packed up and leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen
Poor me, the Israelites
Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
Poor me, the Israelites
After a storm there must be a calm
They catch me in the farm, you sound your alarm
Poor me, the Israelites, hi
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
so that every mouth can be fed
Poor me, the Israelites, ah
My wife and my kids, they are packed up and leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen
Poor me, the Israelites
Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
Poor me, the Israelites, ah
After a storm there must be a calm
They catch me in the farm, you sound your alarm
Poor me, the Israelites, hihihi
Poor me, the Israelites
I wonder who I'm working for
Poor me, Israelites
I look a-down and out, sir
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