Interpret:

B.B. King

Album:

I

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