RATION BLUES Words and music by Louis Jordan, Collenane Clark, & Antonio Cosey; ©1943. As recorded by Louis Jordan and His Tympany Five 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. Poor me, I've got those ration blues. I got to live on forty ounces of any kind of meat. Those forty little ounces got to 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. 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. Poor me, I've got those ration blues.
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