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- ISRAELITES
- Desmond Dekker and the Aces
- (Desmond Dacres & Leslie Kong)
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- Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir,
- so that every mouth can be fed.
- Poor me, the Israelite. Aah.
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- Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir,
- So that every mouth can be fed.
- Poor me, the Israelite. Aah.
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- My wife and my kids, they are packed up and leave me.
- Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen.
- Poor me, the Israelite. Aah.
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- Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone.
- I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde.
- Poor me, the Israelite. Aah.
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- After a storm there must be a calm.
- They catch me in the farm. You sound the alarm.
- Poor me, the Israelite. Aah.
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- Poor me, the Israelite.
- I wonder who I'm working for.
- Poor me, Israelite,
- I look a-down and out, sir.
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