Israelites letra

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

Mi wife an' ma kids they pack up an'a leave me,
"darling" she said "I was yours to be seen",
Poor me, Israelites.

Shirt them a-tear up, trousers is gone
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.

Desmond Dekker - Letras

• 007/Shanty Town
• Baby Come Back
• Beautiful And Dangerous
• Believe
• Beware
• Blackbirds Singing
• Bongo Gal
• Fat Man
• Fu Manchu
• Get Up Edina
• Hippopotamus
• Honor Your Mother and Your Father
• Intensified
• Israelites
• It Mek
• It's Not Easy
• King Of Ska
• Mother Nature
• Music Like Dirt
• Pickney Gal
• Rude Boy Train
• Rudie Got Soul
• Sammy dead
• Sweet Music
• Unity
• Where Did It Go
• You Can Get It If You Really Want