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desmond dekker & the aces - israelites
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir,
So that
❚❚► mouth can be fed.
Poor me, Israelites.
Get up in the morning, slaving for
❚❚► , sir,
So that every mouth can be fed.
Poor me, Israelites.
My
❚❚► and my kids, they pack up and a leave me.
"Darling," she said "I was yours to recieve."
Poor me,
❚❚► .
Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone.
I don't want to end up like
❚❚► and Clyde.
Poor me, Israelites.
After a storm there must be a calming.
You
❚❚► me in your farm, you sound your alarm.
Poor me, Israelites.
I
❚❚► I get up in the morning, stabbing for bread, sir,
So that every
❚❚► can be fed.
Poor me, Israelites.
Said my wife and my kids, they pack up and a
❚❚► me.
"Darling," she said "I was yours to recieve."
Poor me, Israelites.
Look, me shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone.
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde.
Poor me, Israelites.
After a storm there must be a calming.
You catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm.
Poor me, Israelites.
Poor me, Israelites.
I'm wonder why I'm working so hard.
Poor me, Israelites.
I look down and out, sir.