Lyrics:

Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor, poor me, Israelites (Ah-ah)
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor, poor me, Israelites, sir

My wife and my kids, they pack up and a-leave me
Darling, she said, 'I was yours to receive'
Poor, poor me, Israelites, hey
Shirt, them a-tear up, trousers are gone
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and—
(Poor) Bonnie and Clyde, poor me, Israelites, hey

After a storm, there must be a calm
They catch me in the farm
You sound your alarm
Poor, poor me, Israelites, hey


I said, I get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor, poor me, Israelites, hey-hey
Wife and my kids, they pack up and a-leave me
Darling, she said, 'I was yours to receive'
Poor, poor me, Israelites, hey

Shirt, them a-tear up, trousers are gone
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and—
(Poor) Like Bonnie and Clyde, poor me, Israelites, hey

After a storm, there must be a calm
They catch me in the farm, you sound your alarm
Poor, poor me, Israelites, hey-hey-hey
Poor, poor me, Israelites
Dem a wonder we not working so hard
Poor, poor me, Israelites
Dey look a-down on me, sir
Poor, poor me, Israelites (Yeah-ee-ee)
Poor, poor me, Israelites, yeah, yeah, yeah
Poor, poor me, Israelites, yeah, yeah
Poor, poor me, Israelites (Israelites)
Poor, poor me, Israelites