The Israelites

The Israelites - The Hit Co.

Get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir

So that every mouth can be fed

Poor me Israelites

Get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir

So that every mouth can be fed

Poor me Israelites

My wife an' my kids them a pack up an' a leave me

Darlin' she said, "I was yours to be seen"

Poor me Israelites

Shirt dem a tear-up trousers a go

I don't want to end up like Bonny and Clyde

Poor me Israelites

After a storm there must be a calm

You catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm

Poor me Israelites

I said, "I get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir

So that every mouth can be fed"

Poor me Israelites

My wife an' my kids them a pack up an' a leave me

Darlin' she said, "I was yours to be seen"

Poor me Israelites

Look, shirt dem a tear-up trousers a go

I don't want to end up like Bonny and Clyde

Poor me Israelites

After a storm there must be a calm

You catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm

Poor me Israelites

A-poor, a-poor, a-poor, a-poor me Israelites

Ima wondering working for hard

Me Israelites