Israelites Songtext
von Desmond Dekker & the Aces
Israelites Songtext
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me Israelites, ah
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me Israelite
My wife and my kids
They packed up and leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen
Poor me Israelites
Shirt them a-tear up, trousers is gone
I don′t want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
(Poor me Israelites) Poor me Israelites
After a storm there must be a calm
They catch me in the farm
You sound your alarm
(Poor me Israelites) Poor a poor a poor me Israelites, yeee
I said I get up in the morning, slaving for bread sir
So that every mouth can be fed
(Poor me Israelites) A poor me Israelites
I said my wife and my kids, they are packed up and leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen
Poor me Israelites sir
Look me shirts them a-tear up, trousers are gone
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
(Poor me Israelites) A poor a poor me Israelites sir
After a storm there must be a calm
They catch me in the farm you sound your alarm
Poor me Israelites, yeee
(Poor me Israelites) A poor a poor a poor a poor
Me Israelites da I′m a wondering, working so hard
(Poor me Israelites) A poor a poor a
Poor me Israelites a look down an miss her
(Poor me Israelites) A poor a poor me Israelites
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me Israelites, ah
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me Israelite
My wife and my kids
They packed up and leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen
Poor me Israelites
Shirt them a-tear up, trousers is gone
I don′t want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
(Poor me Israelites) Poor me Israelites
After a storm there must be a calm
They catch me in the farm
You sound your alarm
(Poor me Israelites) Poor a poor a poor me Israelites, yeee
I said I get up in the morning, slaving for bread sir
So that every mouth can be fed
(Poor me Israelites) A poor me Israelites
I said my wife and my kids, they are packed up and leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen
Poor me Israelites sir
Look me shirts them a-tear up, trousers are gone
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
(Poor me Israelites) A poor a poor me Israelites sir
After a storm there must be a calm
They catch me in the farm you sound your alarm
Poor me Israelites, yeee
(Poor me Israelites) A poor a poor a poor a poor
Me Israelites da I′m a wondering, working so hard
(Poor me Israelites) A poor a poor a
Poor me Israelites a look down an miss her
(Poor me Israelites) A poor a poor me Israelites
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