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Song: | The Israelites |
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Year: | | Length: | 201 sec |
Lyricist: Apache Indian
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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