Israelites

Desmond Dekker6 Aug 2012
Lyrics

Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir

So that every mouth can be fed

Poor me Israelites Aah

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 packed up and leave me

Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen

Poor me Israelite

Shirt them a-tear up, trousers is 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 your alarm

Poor a-poor a-poor me Israelite

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

every So that mouth can be fed

Poor me Israelite Aah

I said my wife and my kids, they are packed up and leave me

Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen

Poor me Israelites Aah

Look Me shirts them a-tear up, trousers are gone

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

A-poor a-poor me Israelites Aah

After a storm there must be a calm

They catch me in the farm

You sound your alarm

Poor me Israelite

A-poor a-poor a-poor me Israelites Aah

 

 

 

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

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