Israelites (Dacres/Kong)
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I get up in the morning slaving for bread,sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor, me Israelites

I get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor, me Israelites

My wife and my kids they pack up and a leave me
"Darling," she said, "I was yours to receive"
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

I said my wife and my kids they pack up and a leave me
"Darling," she said, "I was yours to receive"
Poor, me Israelites

Look, my 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
Poor, me Israelites, I'm a wandering, a working so hard
Poor, me Israelites...