The Israelites (Poor Me Israelites)

So that every mouth can be fed
My wife an' my kids them a pack up an' a leave me
After a storm there must be a calm
I said, "I get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir
Poor me Israelites
Poor me Israelites

Ima wondering working for hard
Poor me Israelites
Poor me Israelites

Darlin' she said, "I was yours to be seen"

After a storm there must be a calm
Get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir
You catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm
You catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm
Poor me Israelites

Look, shirt dem a tear-up trousers a go
Poor me Israelites
I don't want to end up like Bonny and Clyde
I don't want to end up like Bonny and Clyde

Poor me Israelites
Darlin' she said, "I was yours to be seen"

Poor me Israelites
A-poor, a-poor, a-poor, a-poor me Israelites
Poor me Israelites
My wife an' my kids them a pack up an' a leave me
I look a-down and out, sir
So that every mouth can be fed"
A-poor, a-poor, a-poor, a-poor me Israelites
Shirt dem a tear-up trousers a go