Ration Blues Songtext
von Louis Jordan

Baby, baby, baby, what′s wrong with Uncle Sam?
He's cut out on my sugar, now he′s messin' with my ham
I got the ration blues, blue as I can be
Poor me, I've got those ration blues
I gotta live on forty ounces of any kind of meat
Those forty little ounces gotta last me all the week
I gotta cut out on my jelly, it takes sugar to make it sweet
I′m gonna steal all your jelly, baby, and rob you of your meat I got the ration blues, blue as I can be
Poor me, I′ve got those ration blues
I like to wake up in the mornin' with my jelly by my side
Since rationing started, baby, you just take your stuff and hide
They reduced my meat and sugar, and rubber′s disappearin' fast
You can′t ride no more with papa, 'cause Uncle Sam wants my gas
I got the ration blues, blue as I can be