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The Israelites Lyrics

I get up in the morning slaving for bread sir
so that every mouth can be fed -
poor me Israelites
I get up in the morning slaving for bread sir
so that every mouth can be fed -
poor me Israelites
my wife and my kids they pack up
and a-leave me
darling she said I was yours to receive -
poor me Israelites

Shocked then I tear up chose as I go
I don't want to end up like Bonny and Clyde -
poor me Israelites
after a storm there must be a calming
you catch me in your palm
you sound your alarm -
poor me Israelites
I get up in the morning slaving for bread sir
so that every mouth can be fed -
poor me Israelites
my wife and my kids they pack up
and a-leave me
darling she said I was yours to receive -
poor me Israelites
Shocked then I tear up chose as I go
I don't want to end up like Bonny and Clyde -
poor me Israelites
after a storm there must be a calming
you catch me in your palm
you sound your alarm -
poor me Israelites

Poor me Israelites
poor me Israelites
poor me Israelites
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