Louis Jordan Ration Blues Lyrics

Ration Blues Lyrics

Baby baby baby, what's wrong with Uncle Sam?

He's cut down on my sugar,
now he's messin' with my ham

I got the ration blues, blue as I can be

Oh me, I've got those ration blues



I got to live on fourty
ounces, of any kind of meat

Those fourty little ounces gotta last me all
the week

I got to cut down 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

Oh me, I've got those
ration blues



I like to wake up in the morning 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 disappearing fast

You can't ride no more with poppa

'Cause Uncle Sam wants my gas

I got the ration blues, blue as I can be

Oh me, I've got those ration
blues