Israelites Lyrics - Rude Boy Ska - Desmond Dekker

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 

Look, 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 

A-poor, a-poor, a-poor, a-poor me Israelites 

Ima wondering working for hard 

A-poor, a-poor, a-poor, a-poor me Israelites 

I look a-down and out, sir 

A-poor