Israelites

Israelites - Desmon Deker

Get up in the morning

Slaving for bread sir

So that every mouth can be fed

Poor me Israelite

Get up in the morning

Slaving for bread sir

So that every mouth can be fed

Poor me Israelite

My wife and my kids

They are packed up and

Leave me

Darling she said

I was yours to be seen

Poor me Israelite

Shirt them a tear up

Trousers are gone

I don't want to end up

Like bonnie and clyde

Poor me Israelite

After a storm there must be a calm

They catch me in the farm

You sound the alarm

Poor me Israelite

I said that

Get up in the morning

Slaving for bread sir

So that every mouth can be fed

Poor me Israelite

My wife and my kids

They are packed up and

Leave me

Darling she said

I was yours to be seen

Poor me Israelite

Shirt them a tear up

Trousers are gone

I don't want to end up

Like bonnie and clyde

Poor me Israelite

After a storm there must be a calm

They catch me in the farm

You sound the alarm

Poor me Israelite sir

Keep

A poor a poor a poor a poor me Israelites

Get up in the morning

Top a poor me