Karaoké Israelites Desmond Dekker

Get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir

So that every mouth can be fed poor me, Israelites, ah ah ah

Get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir

So that every mouth can be fed poor me, Israelites

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 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 oh oh oh oh me

Israelites hee, hey

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

So that every mouth can be fed a-poor me, Israelites, ah

I said my wife and my kids they are packed up and leave me

Darling, she said

I was yours to be seen a-poor me, Israelites, ah

Look me shirts 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 if they catch me in the farm

You sound your alarm poor me, Israelites, hee hee hee

A-poor, a-poor, a-poor, a-poor me, Israelites, ah

I wondering a working to a hard a-poor, a-poor, a-poor me, Israelites look down on-a moon sir

A-poor, a-poor me, Israelites, ah