Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sirDesmond Dekker & the Aces :: The Israelites
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me Israelite
My wife and my kids, they packed up and leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen
Poor me Israelite
Shirt them a-tear up, trousers is gone
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
Poor me Israelite
Gone but not forgotten!
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