Desmond Dekker & The Aces

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Get up in the morning
Slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me Israelites, sir

Get up in the morning
Slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me Israelites

Wife and my kids
They pack up and a-leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen
Poor me Israelites

Shocked then I tear up
Chose as I go
I don't want to end up like Bonny 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

I say I get up in the morning
Slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me Israelites, sir

I say my wife and my kids
They pack up and a-leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen
Poor me Israelites, sir

Look, shocked then I tear up
Chose as I go
I don't want to end up like Bonny and Clyde
Poor me Israelites, sir

After a storm
There must be a calming
You catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm
Poor me Israelites
Poor me Israelites
Poor me Israelites
Poor me Israelites