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Israelites
by Desmond Dekker



Get up in the morning
slaving for bread sir
so that every mouth can be fed
poor me israelites ahh

Get up in the morning
slaving for bread sir
so that every mouth can be fed
poor me israelite

My wife and ma kids they pack-up and a leave me
Darling she said, i was yours to receive
poor me israelite

Shirt them a tear-up, trousers i go
I do'nt want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
poor me israelite

After a storm there must be a calming
they catch me in your farm, your so near alarm
a poor a poor a poor me israelite yeeeh

I said i get up in the morning
slaving for bread sir
so that every mouth can be fed
a poor me israelites ahh

I said my wife and ma kids, they pack-up and a leave me
Darling she said, i was yours to receive
a poor me israelite ah

Look, my shirt em a tear-up, trousers i go
I do'nt want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
a poor a poor me israelites ahh

After a storm there must be a calming
they catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm
poor me israelite yeeeh

a poor a poor a poor a poor me israelite
im a wondering a working so a hard
a poor a poor a poor me israelite ah
I jump a down on ma knees ahh
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Lyrics submitted by Colby.