Poor Me Israelites Desmond Dekker
On this page, discover the full lyrics of the song "Poor Me Israelites" by Desmond Dekker. Lyrxo.com offers the most comprehensive and accurate lyrics, helping you connect with the music you love on a deeper level. Ideal for dedicated fans and anyone who appreciates quality music.
Get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me Israelites
Get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me Israelites
My wife an' my kids them a pack up an' a leave me
Darlin' she said, "I was yours to be seen"
Poor me Israelites
Shirt dem a tear-up trousers a go
I don't want to end up like Bonny and Clyde
Poor me Israelites
After a storm there must be a calm
You catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm
Poor me Israelites
I said, "I get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed"
Poor me Israelites
My wife an' my kids them a pack up an' a leave me
Darlin' she said, "I was yours to be seen"
Poor me Israelites
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me Israelites
Get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me Israelites
My wife an' my kids them a pack up an' a leave me
Darlin' she said, "I was yours to be seen"
Poor me Israelites
Shirt dem a tear-up trousers a go
I don't want to end up like Bonny and Clyde
Poor me Israelites
After a storm there must be a calm
You catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm
Poor me Israelites
I said, "I get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed"
Poor me Israelites
My wife an' my kids them a pack up an' a leave me
Darlin' she said, "I was yours to be seen"
Poor me Israelites
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!