W. Jarette - Israelites | Текст песни

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Get up in the morning, seeking for bread, sir,
So that every mouth can be fed.
Poor, poor, we Israelites.

Get up in the morning, seeking for bread, sir,
So that every mouth can be fed.
Poor, poor, we Israelites.

Wife and my kids, they pack up and they leave me.
She said darling, there's more to be seen.
Poor, poor, we Israelites.

Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone.
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde.
Poor, poor, we Israelites.

After a storm there must be a calm.
Chicks in a farm, you sound the alarm.
Poor, poor, we Israelites.

Get up in the morning, seeking for bread, sir,
So that every mouth can be fed.
Poor, poor, we Israelites, sir.

Wife and my kids, they are packed up and leave me.
She said darling, there's more to be seen.
Poor, poor, we Israelites, sir.

Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone.
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde.
Poor, poor, we Israelites, sir.

After a storm there must be a calm.
Chicks in the farm, you sound the alarm.
Poor, poor, we Israelites, eee-eeh,
Poor, poor, we Israelites.

I don't know why, I'm a-working so hard,
A-hard, a-hard, we Israelites, eee-eeh,
Poor, poor, a poor, we Israelites.

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