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 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 
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 
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