Israelites Songtext

von Desmond Dekker

Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed, ohhh ohh
The Israelites, ah - ah - ah
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed, ohhh (oh oh oh)
The Israelite
My wife and my kids, they packed up and leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen, ohhh (oh oh oh)
The Israelite
Shirt them a-tear up, trousers a-gone
I don′t want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde, ohhh (oh oh oh)
The Israelite
After a storm there must be a calm
They catch me in the farm
You sound your alarm, ohhh (a poor, a poor, a poor)
Me, Israelite
I said I get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed, ohhh
Poor me, Israelite, sir
My wife and my kids, they packed up and leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen, ohhh
Poor me, Israelite, sir
Look me, shirt them a-tear up, trousers a-gone
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde, ohhh (a poor, a poor)
The Israelite, sir
After a storm there must be a calm
They catch me in the farm
You sound your alarm, ohhh (oh oh oh oh)
The Israelite, hee hee hee
A poor a poor a poor
Me Israelite
And I′m wondering I'm working too hard
A poor, a poor, a poor, me, Israelite
Ohhh