Israelites - The Dualers

Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir

So that every mouth can be fed

Poor me Israelites, ah

Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir

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 Israelites

Shirt them a-tear up, trousers is gone

I don’t want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde

Poor me Israelites

After a storm there must be a calm

They catch me in the 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

I said my wife and my kids, they are packed up and leave me

Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen

Poor me Israelites

Look me shirts them a-tear up, trousers are gone

I don’t want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde

Poor me Israelites

After a storm there must be a calm

They catch me in the farm

You sound your alarm

Poor me Israelites

Poor me Israelites, poor me Israelites, poor me Israelites