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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 and my kids, they pack up and a leave me. |
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"Darling," she said "I was yours to recieve." |
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Poor me, Israelites. |
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Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone. |
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I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde. |
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Poor me, Israelites. |
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After a storm there must be a calming. |
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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, stabbing 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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Said my wife and my kids, they pack up and a leave me. |
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"Darling," she said "I was yours to recieve." |
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Poor me, Israelites. |
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Look, me shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone. |
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I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde. |
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Poor me, Israelites. |
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After a storm there must be a calming. |
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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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Poor me, Israelites. |
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I'm wonder why I'm working so hard. |
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Poor me, Israelites. |
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I look down and out, sir. |
