Testo The Israelites - Jeremy Oates & The Music Makers
Testo della canzone The Israelites (Jeremy Oates & The Music Makers), tratta dall'album World Music Vol. 12: The Sound of Jamaica
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor, the Israelite
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor, the Israelite
Wife and my kids, they packed up and leave me
"Darling," she said, "I was yours to receive"
Poor, the Israelite
Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
Poor, the Israelite
After a storm, there must be a calm
They catch me in ya farm, you sound your alarm
Poor, the Israelite (yee)
Said, I get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor, the Israelite, ah
I said, my wife and my kids, they packed up and leave me
"Darling," she said, "I was yours to receive me"
Poor, the Israelite, ah
Look, shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
Poor, the Israelite, ah
After a storm, there must be a calm
They catch me in ya farm, you sound your alarm
Poor, the Israelite, ah
Poor, the Israelite
Poor...
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Writer(s): Leslie Kong, Desmond Decres
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