Israelites

Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir So that every mouth can be fed Poor, poor me, Israelites (ah-ah) Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir So that every mouth can be fed Poor, poor me, the Israelite My wife and my kids, they packed up and a-leave me Darling, she said, "I was yours to receive" Poor, 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 your alarm Poor, poor me, Israelites, hey I said I get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir So that every mouth can be fed Poor, poor me, Israelites, ah My wife and my kids, they are packed up and leave me Darling, she said, "I was yours to receive" Poor, poor me, Israelites, ah Look, shirt, them a-tear up, trousers are gone I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde Poor a-poor me, Israelites, ah After a storm, there must be a calm They catch me in the farm, you sound your alarm Poor, poor me, Israelites, hey-hey-hey Poor, poor me, Israelites Dem a wonder we not working so hard Poor, poor me, Israelites