paroles de chanson Israelites - The Specials , Desmond Dekker
Get
up
in
the
morning,
slaving
for
bread,
sir
So
that
every
mouth
can
be
fed
Poor
me
Israelites,
ah
Get
up
in
the
morning,
slaving
for
bread,
sir
So
that
every
mouth
can
be
fed
Poor
me
Israelite
My
wife
and
my
kids,
they
packed
up
and
leave
me
Darling,
she
said,
I
was
yours
to
be
seen
Poor
me
Israelites
Shirt
them
a-tear
up,
trousers
is
gone
I
don't
want
to
end
up
like
Bonnie
and
Clyde
Poor
me
Israelites
After
a
storm
there
must
be
a
calm
They
catch
me
in
the
farm
You
sound
your
alarm
Poor
me
Israelites
(ehhhhh)
I
said
I
get
up
in
the
morning,
slaving
for
bread,
sir
So
that
every
mouth
can
be
fed
Poor
me
Israelites,
sir
I
said
my
wife
and
my
kids,
they
are
packed
up
and
leave
me
Darling,
she
said,
I
was
yours
to
be
seen
Poor
me
Israelites,
sir
Look
me
shirts
them
a-tear
up,
trousers
are
gone
I
don't
want
to
end
up
like
Bonnie
and
Clyde
Poor
me
Israelites,
sir
After
a
storm
there
must
be
a
calm
They
catch
me
in
the
farm
You
sound
your
alarm
Poor
me
Israelites
(yehehe)
A
poor,
a
poor,
a
poor,
a
poor,
me
Israelites
[?]
A
poor,
a
poor,
a
poor,
a
poor,
me
Israelites
[?]
A
poor,
a
poor,
a
poor,
a
poor,
me
Israelites
(ehheheohehey...)
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Album
King of Ska
1 007 (Shanty Town)
2 Sammy Dead
3 Easy Snappin'
4 Wings of a Dove
5 King of Kings
6 Israelites
7 Rudie Got Soul
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