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The Israelites

The Jamaican Reggae Stars16 Nov 2012

The Israelites Lyrics

Get up in the morning slaving for bread sir

 

So that every mouth can be fed

 

Poor me the Israelite

 

Get up in the morning slaving for bread sir

So that every mouth can be fed

 

Poor me the Israelite

 

My wife and my kids

They are packed up and leave me

 

Darling she said I was yours to be seen

 

Poor me the Israelite

 

Shirt them a-tear up trousers are gone

 

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

 

Poor me the Israelite

 

After a storm there must be a calm

They catch me in the farm

You sound the alarm

 

Poor me the Israelite

 

Get up in the morning slaving for bread sir

So that every mouth can be fed

 

Poor me the Israelite

 

My wife and my kids

They are packed up and leave me

Darling she said I was yours to be seen

 

Poor me the Israelite

 

Shirt them a-tear up trousers are gone

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

 

Poor me the Israelite

 

After a storm there must be a calm

 

They catch me in the farm

You sound your alarm

 

Poor me the Israelite

 

Poor me the Israelite

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***