Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Isralites , by - Desmond Dekker. Song from the album Rastabation, in the genre ПопRelease date: 11.01.2015
Record label: Burning Girl
Song language: English
The Isralites |
| Get up in the morning |
| Slaving for bread, sir |
| So that every mouth |
| Can be fed |
| Poor me, the Israelite |
| Get up in the morning |
| Slaving for bread, sir |
| So that every mouth |
| Can be fed |
| Poor me, the Israelite |
| My wife and my kids |
| They are packed up and leave me |
| Darling, she said |
| I was yours to be seen |
| 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 the alarm |
| Poor me, the Israelite |
| Get up in the morning |
| Slaving for bread, sir |
| So that every mouth |
| Can be fed |
| Poor me, the Israelite |
| My wife and my kids |
| They are packed up and leave me |
| Darling, she said |
| I was yours to be seen |
| 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, Israelite |
| After a storm |
| There must be a calm |
| They catch me in the farm |
| You sound the alarm |
| Poor me, Israelite |
| Poor me, Israelite |
| Poor me, Israelite |
| Poor |