Desmond Dekker & The Aces
Desmond Dekker & The Aces - Israelites lyrics
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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, Israelite After a storm There must be a calm They catch me in the farm You sound the alarm Poor me, Israelite Poor me, Israelite Poor me, Israelite Poor
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