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

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Poor, poor me, me-Israelite
Poor, poor me, me-Israelite
Poor, poor me, me-Israelite