Israelites

So that every mouth can be fed"
Darlin' she said, "I was yours to be seen"
Poor me Israelites
Get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir
Poor me Israelites
Poor me Israelites
Poor me Israelites
I said, "I get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir
Darlin' she said, "I was yours to be seen"
I don't want to end up like Bonny and Clyde

Poor me Israelites
So that every mouth can be fed

Poor me Israelites
Shirt dem a tear-up trousers a go

My wife an' my kids them a pack up an' a leave me

You catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm
I don't want to end up like Bonny and Clyde

You catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm
A-poor, a-poor, a-poor, a-poor me Israelites
I look a-down and out, sir

My wife an' my kids them a pack up an' a leave me
Ima wondering working for hard
Poor me Israelites
After a storm there must be a calm
Poor me Israelites
Poor me Israelites

After a storm there must be a calm
A-poor, a-poor, a-poor, a-poor me Israelites
Look, shirt dem a tear-up trousers a go