Israelites - Desmond Dekker

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 u

P 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

So that every 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

Poor 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 a poor me Israelites

Aah

My wonder rinner

Working told my heart

A poor a poor a poor me Israelites

The blue code don't do no I'm sound

A poor