Sangtekst: Louis Jordan. Ration Blues.

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 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
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