Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
so that every mouth can be fed
Poor, poor me, the Israelite, aah-ah
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor, poor me, the Israelite, aah-ah
My wife an’ my kids, they pack up an’ a leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen
Yeah, I said poor me, the Israelite, yeah yeah
(I gotta tell you) My shirt dem a-tear up, trousers are gone
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
Oh-oh poor me, the Israelite, yeah yeah
(I gotta tell you) After a storm there must be a calm
Catch me in the farm, you sound your alarm
Poor, poor me, the Israelite, yee
Yeah, yeah!
(They said) Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor, poor me, the Israelite, aah-ah
My wife an’ my kids, they pack up an’ a leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen
Yeah, I said poor me, the Israelite, yeah yeah
My shirt dem a-tear up, trousers are gone
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
Oh-oh poor me, the Israelite, yeah yeah
After a storm there must be a calm
Catch me in the farm, you sound your alarm
Poor, poor me, the Israelite, yee
Poor me, the Israelite.
I wonder who I'm working for.
Poor me, Israelite,
I look a-down and out, sir.
so that every mouth can be fed
Poor, poor me, the Israelite, aah-ah
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor, poor me, the Israelite, aah-ah
My wife an’ my kids, they pack up an’ a leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen
Yeah, I said poor me, the Israelite, yeah yeah
(I gotta tell you) My shirt dem a-tear up, trousers are gone
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
Oh-oh poor me, the Israelite, yeah yeah
(I gotta tell you) After a storm there must be a calm
Catch me in the farm, you sound your alarm
Poor, poor me, the Israelite, yee
Yeah, yeah!
(They said) Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor, poor me, the Israelite, aah-ah
My wife an’ my kids, they pack up an’ a leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen
Yeah, I said poor me, the Israelite, yeah yeah
My shirt dem a-tear up, trousers are gone
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
Oh-oh poor me, the Israelite, yeah yeah
After a storm there must be a calm
Catch me in the farm, you sound your alarm
Poor, poor me, the Israelite, yee
Poor me, the Israelite.
I wonder who I'm working for.
Poor me, Israelite,
I look a-down and out, sir.
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