[Originally by Desmond Dekker]
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Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
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So that every mouth can be fed
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Poor me Israelites Aah
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Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
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So that every mouth can be fed
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Poor me Israelite
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My wife and my kids, they packed up and leave me
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Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen
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Poor me Israelite
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Shirt them a-tear up, trousers is gone
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I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
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Poor me Israelite
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After a storm there must be a calm
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They catch me in the farm
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You sound your alarm
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Poor a-poor a-poor me Israelite
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I said I get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
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So that every mouth can be fed
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Poor me Israelite Aah
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I said my wife and my kids, they are packed up and leave me
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Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen
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Poor me Israelites Aah
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Look Me shirts them a-tear up, trousers are gone
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I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
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A-poor a-poor me Israelites Aah
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After a storm there must be a calm
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They catch me in the farm
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You sound your alarm
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Poor me Israelite
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A-poor a-poor a-poor me Israelites Aah
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Israelites
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| Millencolin |
