Desmond Dekker - Israelites Lyrics

Get up in the morning slaving for bread, Sir So that every mouth can be fed Poor me Israelite - Sir Get up in the morning slaving for bread, Sir So that every mouth can be fed Poor me Israelite My wife and my kids, dem pack up and a leave me "Darling" she said "I was yours to be seen" Poor me 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 calming Ya catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm Poor - a poor, a poor, a poor me Israelite, yii I said I get up in the morning slaving for bread, Sir So that every mouth can be fed Poor me Israelite - Sir I said my wife and my kids, dem pack up and a leave me "Darling" she said "I was yours to be seen" Poor me Israelite - Sir, look Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde Poor - a poor, a poor me Israelite - Sir After a storm there must be a calming Ya catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm Poor - me Israelite, yiii A poor a poor a poor a poor me Israelite I'm a wondering, I'm working so a hard A poor a poor a poor me Israelite I look a-down and out sir .... Desmond Dekker Lyrics Israelites Lyrics