Israelites

Poor me Israelites
I don't want to end up like Bonny and Clyde

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
Darlin' she said, "I was yours to be seen"
I said, "I get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir
Poor me Israelites
A-poor, a-poor, a-poor, a-poor me Israelites
I look a-down and out, sir
I don't want to end up like Bonny and Clyde
Shirt dem a tear-up trousers a go
Poor me Israelites

Poor me Israelites

You catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm
After a storm there must be a calm
Poor me Israelites
Darlin' she said, "I was yours to be seen"
Ima wondering working for hard
You catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm
Poor me Israelites
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me Israelites
Look, shirt dem a tear-up trousers a go

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