Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Israelites, artist - Desmond Dekker. Date of issue: 31.05.2014
Song language: English
Israelites |
| 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 are packed up and leave me |
| Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen |
| Poor me, israelites |
| Well, shirt them a tear-up, trousers are gone |
| I don’t want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde |
| Poor me, israelites |
| And after a storm there must be a calm |
| They catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm |
| Poor me, israelites |
| I 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 are 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 |
| Poor me, israelites |
| Poor me, israelites |
| Poor me, israelites |
| Poor me, israelites |