Desmond Dekker and The Aces
Desmond Dekker and The Aces - Israelites songtekst
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Get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir So that every mouth can be fed Poor me Israelites Get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir So that every mouth can be fed Poor me Israelites My wife an' my kids them a pack up an' a leave me Darlin' she said, "I was yours to be seen" Poor me Israelites Shirt dem a tear-up trousers a go I don't want to end up like Bonny and Clyde Poor me Israelites After a storm there must be a calm You catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm Poor me Israelites I said, "I get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir So that every mouth can be fed" Poor me Israelites My wife an' my kids them a pack up an' a leave me Darlin' she said, "I was yours to be seen" Poor me Israelites Look, shirt dem a tear-up trousers a go I don't want to end up like Bonny and Clyde Poor me Israelites After a storm there must be a calm You catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm Poor me Israelites A-poor, a-poor, a-poor, a-poor me Israelites Ima wondering working for hard A-poor, a-poor, a-poor, a-poor me Israelites I look a-down and out, sir A-poor
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Auteur: Desmond Dekker, Leslie Kong
Componist: Desmond Dekker, Leslie Kong
Publisher: ?
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- Land: Jamaica
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