paroles de chanson Israelites - Desmond Dekker
Get
up
in
the
morning,
slaving
for
bread,
sir
So
that
every
mouth
can
be
fed
Poor,
poor
me,
Israelites,
aah
Get
up
in
the
morning,
slaving
for
bread,
sir
So
that
every
mouth
can
be
fed
Poor
me,
the
Israelite
My
wife
and
my
kids,
they
packed
up
and
leave
me
Darling,
she
said,
"I
was
yours
to
be
seen"
Poor
me,
the
Israelite
Shirt
them
a-tear
up,
trousers
are
gone
I
don't
want
to
end
up
like
Bonnie
and-
Poor
me,
the
Israelite
(Bonnie
and
Clyde)
After
a
storm
there
must
be
a
calm
They
catch
me
in
the
farm
You
sound
your
alarm
Poor,
poor
me,
Israelites
I
said
I
get
up
in
the
morning,
slaving
for
bread,
sir
So
that
every
mouth
can
be
fed
Poor
me,
Israelite,
aah
My
wife
and
my
kids,
they
are
packed
up
and
leave
me
Darling,
she
said,
I
was
yours
to
be
seen
Poor
me,
Israelites,
aah
Show
them
my
tear
up
trousers
are
gone
I
don't
want
to
end
up
like
Bonnie
and-
A-poor
a-poor
me,
Israelites
(like
Bonnie
and
Clyde)
After
a
storm,
there
must
be
a
calm
They
catch
me
in
the
farm
You
sound
your
alarm
Poor
me,
Israelite
Poor,
poor
me,
Israelites
Poor
me,
Israelite
Poor
me,
Israelite
Poor
me,
Israelite
Poor
me,
Israelite
Poor
me,
Israelite
Poor
me,
Israelite
1 Lickin' Stick
2 It Mek
3 Please Don't Bend
4 Many Rivers to Cross
5 Hippo
6 007
7 Workout
8 Problems
9 Rude Boy Train
10 Pickney Gal
11 Why Fight
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