I get up in the morning slaving for bread sirso that every mouth can be fed -- poor me IsraelitesI get up in the morning slaving for bread sirso that every mouth can be fed -- poor me Israelitesmy wife and my kids they pack up and a-leave medarling she said I was yours to be seen -- poor me IsraelitesShocked then I tear up chose as I goI don't want to end up like Bonny and Clyde -- poor me Israelitesafter a storm there must be a calmingyou catch me in your farm you sound your alarm -- poor me IsraelitesI get up in the morning slaving for bread sirso that every mouth can be fed -- poor me Israelitesmy wife and my kids they pack up and a-leave medarling she said I was yours to be seen -- poor me IsraelitesShocked then I tear up chose as I goI don't want to end up like Bonny and Clyde -- poor me Israelitesafter a storm there must be a calmingyou catch me in your farm you sound your alarm -- poor me IsraelitesPoor me Israelites poor me Israelites poor me Israelites