Israelites

Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
 So that every mouth can be fed
 Poor, poor me, Israelites (ah-ah)
 Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
 So that every mouth can be fed
 Poor, poor me, the Israelite
 My wife and my kids, they packed up and a-leave me
 Darling, she said, "I was yours to receive"
 Poor, poor me, the Israelite
 Shirt, them a-tear up, trousers are gone
 I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
 Poor me, the Israelite
 After a storm, there must be a calm
 They catch me in the farm
 You sound your alarm
 Poor, poor me, Israelites, hey
 I said I get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
 So that every mouth can be fed
 Poor, poor me, Israelites, ah
 My wife and my kids, they are packed up and leave me
 Darling, she said, "I was yours to receive"
 Poor, poor me, Israelites, ah
 Look, shirt, them a-tear up, trousers are gone
 I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
 Poor a-poor me, Israelites, ah
 After a storm, there must be a calm
 They catch me in the farm, you sound your alarm
 Poor, poor me, Israelites, hey-hey-hey
 Poor, poor me, Israelites
 Dem a wonder we not working so hard
 Poor, poor me, Israelites