(Dacres/Kong)
Oh the Israelites
I get up in the morning slaving for bread sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Oh whoa the Israelites
My wife and my kids they pack up and a-leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to receive
Oh whoa the Israelites
Well, shirt them a tear up trousers ago
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
Oh whoa the Israelites
And after a storm there must be a calming
They catch me in your palm, you sound your alarm
Oh whoa the Israelites
I get up in the morning slaving for bread sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Oh whoa the Israelites
My wife and my kids they pack up and a-leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to receive
Oh whoa the Israelities
Shirt them a tear up trousers ago
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
Oh whoa the Israelites
Oh whoa the Israelites
Oh whoa the Israelites
Oh whoa the Israelites
Oh whoa the Israelites
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