Israelites

                                  Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir 

So that every mouth can be fed 

Poor me Israelites Aah 



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 Israelite 



Shirt them a-tear up, trousers is gone 

I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde 

Poor me Israelite 



After a storm there must be a calm 

They catch me in the farm 

You sound your alarm 

Poor a-poor a-poor me Israelite 



I said I get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir 

So that every mouth can be fed 

Poor me Israelite Aah 



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 Aah 



Look Me shirts them a-tear up, trousers are gone 

I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde 

A-poor a-poor me Israelites Aah 



After a storm there must be a calm 

They catch me in the farm 

You sound your alarm 

Poor me Israelite 

A-poor a-poor a-poor me Israelites Aah