Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir, so that every mouth can be fed Poor me, the Israelites Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir, so that every mouth can be fed Poor me, the Israelites My wife and my kids, they pack up and a-leave me Darling, she said, "I was yours to receive" Poor me, the Israelites Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are go I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde Poor me, the Israelites After a storm there must be a calm If they catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm I'm poor, I'm poor, I'm poor, the Israelite
I said, "I get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir, so that every mouth can be fed" Poor me, the Israelites I said, "My wife and my kids, have a-been packed up and a-leave me" Darling, she said, "I was yours to receive" Poor me, the Israelites Look, my shirt them a-tear up, trousers are go I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde I'm poor, I'm poor, the Israelites After a storm there must be a calm If they catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm Poor me, the Israelites I'm poor, I'm poor, I'm poor, I'm poor me, the Israelite I'm wondering, I'm working so hard I'm poor, I'm poor, I'm poor me, the Israelites Look-a down and a-mean, sir I'm, poor, I'm poor, oh poor me, the Israelites Poor me, the Israelites
I'm, poor, I'm poor...
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