Текст песни B.B. King - Inflation Blues

Текст:

Hey Mr. President All your congressmen, too You got me frustrated And I don't know what to do I'm trying to make a living I can't save a cent It takes all of my money Just to eat and pay my rent I got the blues Got those inflation blues You know, I'm not one Of those high brows I'm average Joe to you I came up eating cornbread Candied yams and chicken stew Now you take that paper dollar It's only that in name The way that buck has shrunk It's a lowdown dirty shame That's why I got the blues Got those inflation blues Mr. President Please cut the price of sugar I wanna make my coffee sweet I wanna smear some butter on my bread And I just got to have my meat When you start rationing You really played the game And things are going up And up and up and up And my check remains the same That's why I got the blues Got those inflation blues

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