Song | Israelites |
Artist | Desmond Dekker |
Album | Ready Steady Go! - The Number One Sixties Album |
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Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir | |
So that every mouth can be fed | |
Poor me Israelite, sir | |
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir | |
So that every mouth can be fed | |
Poor me Israelite | |
Wife an' my kids, they are pack up an' leave me | |
‽Darling,†she said, ‽I was yours to be seen†| |
Poor me Israelite | |
Shirt, them a tear up, trousers are go | |
I don't want to end up like Bonnie an' Clyde | |
Poor me Israelite | |
After a storm there must be a calm | |
If they catch me in the farm, you sound your alarm | |
Poor me Israelite | |
I said, I get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir | |
So that every mouth can be fed | |
Poor me Israelite, sir | |
I said, my wife an' my kids, they are packed up an' leave me | |
‽Darlingâ€, she said, ‽I was yours to be seen†| |
Poor me Israelite, sir | |
Look, the shirt, them a tear up, trousers are go | |
I don't want to end up like Bonnie an' Clyde | |
Poor me Israelite, sir | |
After a storm there must be a calm | |
If they catch me in the farm, you sound your alarm | |
Poor me Israelite | |
Poor me Israelite | |
Poor me Israelite | |
Poor me Israelite |
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir | |
So that every mouth can be fed | |
Poor me Israelite, sir | |
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir | |
So that every mouth can be fed | |
Poor me Israelite | |
Wife an' my kids, they are pack up an' leave me | |
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen | |
Poor me Israelite | |
Shirt, them a tear up, trousers are go | |
I don' t want to end up like Bonnie an' Clyde | |
Poor me Israelite | |
After a storm there must be a calm | |
If they catch me in the farm, you sound your alarm | |
Poor me Israelite | |
I said, I get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir | |
So that every mouth can be fed | |
Poor me Israelite, sir | |
I said, my wife an' my kids, they are packed up an' leave me | |
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen | |
Poor me Israelite, sir | |
Look, the shirt, them a tear up, trousers are go | |
I don' t want to end up like Bonnie an' Clyde | |
Poor me Israelite, sir | |
After a storm there must be a calm | |
If they catch me in the farm, you sound your alarm | |
Poor me Israelite | |
Poor me Israelite | |
Poor me Israelite | |
Poor me Israelite |
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir | |
So that every mouth can be fed | |
Poor me Israelite, sir | |
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir | |
So that every mouth can be fed | |
Poor me Israelite | |
Wife an' my kids, they are pack up an' leave me | |
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen | |
Poor me Israelite | |
Shirt, them a tear up, trousers are go | |
I don' t want to end up like Bonnie an' Clyde | |
Poor me Israelite | |
After a storm there must be a calm | |
If they catch me in the farm, you sound your alarm | |
Poor me Israelite | |
I said, I get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir | |
So that every mouth can be fed | |
Poor me Israelite, sir | |
I said, my wife an' my kids, they are packed up an' leave me | |
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen | |
Poor me Israelite, sir | |
Look, the shirt, them a tear up, trousers are go | |
I don' t want to end up like Bonnie an' Clyde | |
Poor me Israelite, sir | |
After a storm there must be a calm | |
If they catch me in the farm, you sound your alarm | |
Poor me Israelite | |
Poor me Israelite | |
Poor me Israelite | |
Poor me Israelite |