A
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sah
A7
So that every mouth can be fed
D E A F G
Poor, poor me, me-Israelite. Aah
A
Wife and kids, dem pack up and-a leave me
A7
Darling, she said, I was yours to receive
D E A C D
Poor, poor me, me-Israelite. Aah.
A
Shirt dem a tear up, trousers a go
A7
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
D E A C D
Poor, poor me, me-Israelite. Aah
A
After a storm there must be a calm
A7
Catch me in your farm..you sound an alarm
D E A C D
Poor, poor me, me-Israelite. Aah
( D E A )
Poor, poor me, me-Israelite
Poor, poor me, me-Israelite
Poor, poor me, me-Israelite
