by Porter Grainger
recording of October 15, 1924
from Complete Recorded Works, Vol. 2 (1924) (Document 5365), copyright notice
All day long I'm worried, all night long I'm blue
I'm so awfully lonesome, I don't know what to do
So I ask you doctor, see if you can't find
Something in your satchel to satisfy my mind
Doctor, doctor, write me a prescription for the blues
The wearied blues
Let me tell you doctor, why I'm in misery
Once I had a lover, he went away from me
Sent to see the gypsy, voodoo doctors too
Shook their heads and told me, nothing they could do
Doctor, doctor, write me a prescription for the blues
The mean old blues
Like a little baby, all day long I cry
And if you can't cure me, I just am sure to die
Give me something, poison, doctor won't you please
Then I'll sign a paper: died with the heart's disease
Doctor, doctor, write me a prescription for the blues
The plain old blues
