ration blues
Baby, baby, baby,
Whats wrong with Uncle Sam?
Hes cut down on my sugar
Now hes messin with my ham
I got the ration blues
Blue as I can be
Oh, me, Ive got those ration blues
I got to live on forty ounces
Of any kind of meat
Those forty little ounces
Gotta last me all the week
I got to cut down on my jelly
It takes sugar to make it sweet
Im gonna steal all your jelly, baby
And rob you of your meat
I got the ration blues
Blue as I can be
Oh, me, Ive 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 rubbers disappearing fast
You cant ride no more with poppa
Cause Uncle Sam wants my gas
I got the ration blues
Blue as I can be
Oh, me, Ive got those ration blues