Lyrics

Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir So that every mouth can be fed Poor, poor me, Israelites, aah 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 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- Poor me, the Israelite (Bonnie and Clyde) After a storm there must be a calm They catch me in the farm You sound your alarm Poor, poor me, Israelites I said I get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir So that every mouth can be fed Poor me, Israelite, aah 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 Show them my tear up trousers are gone I don't want to end up like Bonnie and- A-poor a-poor me, Israelites (like Bonnie and Clyde) After a storm, there must be a calm They catch me in the farm You sound your alarm Poor me, Israelite Poor, poor me, Israelites Poor me, Israelite Poor me, Israelite Poor me, Israelite Poor me, Israelite Poor me, Israelite Poor me, Israelite
Writer(s): Desmond Dekker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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