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
After a storm there must be a calm They catch me in the farm You sound your alarm Poor me Israelites
I said I get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir So that every mouth can be fed 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
Look me shirts 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 calm They catch me in the farm You sound your alarm Poor me Israelites Poor me Israelites, poor me Israelites, poor me Israelites
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