Desmond Dekker and the Aces
The Israelites
Written by - Desmond Dacres & Leslie Kong
Get up in the morning
Slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me, the Israelite
Aah
Get up in the morning
Slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me, the Israelite
Aah
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
Aah
Shirt them a-tear up
Trousers are gone
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
Poor me, the Israelite
Aah
After a storm there must be a calm
They catch me in the farm
You sound the alarm
Poor me, the Israelite
Aah
Poor me, the Israelite
I wonder who I'm working for
Poor me, Israelite
I look a-down and out, sir