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Get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir |
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So that every mouth can be fed |
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Poor me Israelites |
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Get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir |
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So that every mouth can be fed |
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Poor me Israelites |
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My wife an' my kids them a pack up an' a leave me |
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Darlin' she said, "I was yours to be seen" |
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Poor me Israelites |
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Shirt dem a tear-up trousers a go |
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I don't want to end up like Bonny and Clyde |
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Poor me Israelites |
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After a storm there must be a calm |
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You catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm |
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Poor me Israelites |
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I said, "I get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir |
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So that every mouth can be fed" |
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Poor me Israelites |
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My wife an' my kids them a pack up an' a leave me |
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Darlin' she said, "I was yours to be seen" |
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Poor me Israelites |
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Look, shirt dem a tear-up trousers a go |
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I don't want to end up like Bonny and Clyde |
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Poor me Israelites |
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After a storm there must be a calm |
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You catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm |
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Poor me Israelites |
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A-poor, a-poor, a-poor, a-poor me Israelites |
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Ima wondering working for hard |
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A-poor, a-poor, a-poor, a-poor me Israelites |
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I look a-down and out, sir |
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A-poor |
